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?

Suddenly I realize that grandpa was startled by me. He knocked over

why I feel so

more and more difficult, and I plod toward the

on the ground and could not

in my lungs is being squeezed away,

am

worse I feel, the

for somebody. Deep in my

even hear the sound of a gas leak,

why I closed the

going to die slowly

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

answer but

Louis calls my name several times, then

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if

later, the door bursts open and

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

that moment my consciousness collapses and

hospital, muzzled with an oxygen mask and tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting by

survival makes me want to thank

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