In My Desperate Time

Chapter 92 Suicide

Grandpa’s stare makes me uncomfortable.

I swallow nervously and reply honestly, “Yes, my name is Jane Noyes.”

Has his grandpa met me somewhere before? Or he might have sensed something. Why else would he look at me like that?

Then he goes out.

He sits on the sofa in the living room, still looking into the kitchen from time to time. I feel a little uncomfortable so I close the door.

I always sense something is wrong in the kitchen, but I am too hungry to think twice.

I want to eat dumplings, so I take the flour out of the fridge, and begin to prepare.

As I knead the dough for a while, I feel dizzy and out of breath.

“When Frances comes back, tell him I'm gone.”

Grandpa says outside the door.

“Okay.” I hold the wall and answer with difficulty.

The kitchen smells terrible.

What’s the smell?

He knocked over the pan, water spilled out and put out the fire,

why I

more difficult, and I

on the

is being squeezed

I am still

the more awake

Deep in

hear the sound of a gas leak, it is so obvious

I

think I am going to die

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

to answer but my

Louis calls my name several times, then everything goes

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

purse. It’s not loud. I wonder

bursts open and Frances Louis

eyes open, but I could feel him picking me up and putting me

my consciousness collapses and I

wake up, I am in the hospital, muzzled with an oxygen mask and tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting by the bed, looking

me want to thank

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