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

harm, but I’m worried that

should think about the consequences.”

who has been silent for

could try it to see what would happen if you pushed her

hands a little, and I take this chance to hold onto the handrail of the

expect that her hands are still on my clothes,

sharp scream, Whitney

she stops

“Child, my child!”

splutters, in an

her white dress, an impressive and shocking

shocked and do not

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