In My Desperate Time

I get panic and the hairs on my body prickle with nervousness when I think about my child.

I wouldn’t be afraid if it happened before. The worst of rolling down the stairs is just to break legs or arms, without threat on my life. But now the situation is different. I’m having a baby and I can’t allow this to happen.

“Whitney, don’t be impulsive.” I turn my head around and try to calm her down.

But I find her eyes are red, like fierce burning fire. She is mentally ill. I really feel afraid that she would have an attack at the moment.

She originally intended to stay with Frances so she told him her pregnancy. But it goes the other way around. Frances actually wants to send her away. No wonder she would go mad.

Lawrence continuously shakes his head at Whitney downstairs, “Whitney, stop this craziness, come down and go with me.”

“I’ve told you that I’m not going! Don’t force me or I’ll push her down.”

As she says, she gives me a gentle push but she doesn’t loosen her hands on me.

them now, not really

trying to protect my belly from harm, but I’m worried that Frances will

will lose Frances forever. You should think about

for a long time,

could try it to see what would happen

a little, and I take this chance to

that her hands are still on

a sharp scream, Whitney rolls down

she stops at Lawrence’s

“Child, my child!”

an extremely weak

white dress, an impressive and

do not know

once occurred to me that she may lie to be pregnant because she didn’t show any signs of pregnancy. For instance, every day she wears