Sequel

I spent the next hour peeling at the wallpaper until finally my nails were bleeding. The blood fell like a light rain as I went to clean up myself. I noticed John on the floor once I came out and went to retrieve him a glass of water and some tonic. When John came to he was screaming at me to untie him because I had tied him to the bed. 

"Jane untie me darling, we need to get you to a hospital," said John.

"No we need to get you to a hospital," replied Jane with a harsh tone. 

I was upset because he was telling me that I needed to go to a doctor when he was the one who was passed out on the floor. He wouldn't even take the tonic. 

Eventually John fell asleep and all that was left in that room were me and my thoughts. I thought about my childhood, the wallpaper, and  I also thought about my illness. I didn't really see what everyone was talking about. I thought I was fine. That was until my sister came back.

When my sister returned she was horrified at what she saw. She opened the door and saw that everything seemed to be alright but only one thing was out of place. John wasn't up yet which was odd because he usually got up early to have everything prepared for me. So she called my name and I cam to see her. I remember she said I look pretty because I was wearing my pretty yellow and white daisy dress that she had given me for my birthday a couple years back. 

"Where is John?", she asked.

"Oh he is upstairs", I replied.

When she went up there I heard a loud scream. She quickly ran back down to tell me that John was tied up and dead. It turns out that I hadn't realized what I was doing and hadn't fed him or gave him any water for two whole weeks. My sister called doctor Weir Mitchell to come and help her. 

So now I am sitting in a mental institution waiting until I get better. And every once and a while I think of that yellow wallpaper with the lady attempting to get out. I blame her for why I am here.