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

why I feel so

and more difficult, and

out. I lie on

like the air in my lungs is being squeezed

I am still

feel, the more awake I

seems that I am waiting for somebody. Deep in my thoughts, I believe that

of a gas leak, it is so obvious why didn't

why I closed the

think I am going to

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

to answer but

calls my name several

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if Frances Louis

bursts open and Frances Louis

couldn't keep my eyes open, but I could feel

moment my consciousness collapses

tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is

me want to thank

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