Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 167

It was dark and the lights on the bedside table were dim. I stared at the ceiling and felt a little dizzy.

There was a sudden clap of thunder outside. The floor of the community was high, and the view was wide. Besides, I did not pull the curtains up. The dazzling lightning flashed one after another, which was particularly terrifying.

After a while, it rained heavily. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

But the more I wanted to sleep, the more I couldn't fall asleep. Several lights lit up the room. I was corrupted, so I got up and walked out of the bedroom.

I walked to the balcony and pulled up the curtains. When I walked back to the bed, I suddenly bumped into a chair and fell to the ground.

My knee hurt. It took me a long time to get up from the ground.

Before I walked to the bed, there were thunder and lightning. Suddenly, the light on the bedside table went out.

The room was very dark and it still rained outside heavily with thunder and lightning.

I lay on the ground and suddenly thought of that night.

My legs and hands were tightly bound. I wanted to move, but I couldn't.

I felt afraid. In the dark room, I seemed to hear that a child was crying.

I wanted to look for it, but I couldn't get up from the ground no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly, I didn't know why I thought of death.

If I die, I could stay with my child. Thinking of this, I climbed to the living room slowly.

It was too dark, so I threw all things to the ground, making a cracking sound.

I didn't know where Hank placed the knife, so I could only look for it casually, but I couldn't find it.

I seemed to hear the child cry again. I had no time to think too much and hurried to chase after the sound.

When I regained my consciousness, I realized that I was on the sidewalk.

The rain was still very heavy. There were no pedestrians on the road, and only cars were coming and going. I was dispirited and had no idea what was wrong with me.

Most of the time, I couldn't control myself and had hallucinations. It seemed that I could always see my dead child and hear his voice.

I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't find him and always lost myself.

Looking at the cars coming and going on the road, I felt desperate. It was the first time that I wanted to commit suicide at my most sober since I was sick.

I would drag others down. Unconsciously, I walked toward the center of the road step by step.

The car horn was ear-piercing. I looked up and saw a white light. I stood at the center of the road dully.

Just as the car was about to hit me, someone grabbed my waist and pulled me aside.

Lying on the ground, I felt dizzy and missed my child very much.

I murmured, "Why do I lose him? Why do I lose him?"

While speaking, I cried sadly.