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?

me. He knocked over the pan, water spilled out and put out the fire, but the gas wasn’t

I feel

more and more difficult, and I

is running out. I lie on the ground

feels like the air in my lungs is

I am

worse I feel, the

that I am waiting for somebody. Deep in

the sound of a gas leak, it is so obvious

I closed

going to

Frances Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

to answer but my

Louis calls my name several times, then everything

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

phone vibrates in my purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if Frances Louis can

door bursts open and Frances

my eyes open, but I could feel him picking me up

that moment my consciousness collapses and I

and tethered to an IV. Frances Louis

makes me want to thank

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