This week in class we read The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Stetson. This is another two-part post so in the first half, I will rewrite The Yellow Wall-Paper and change the story. In the second half, I’m going to write about a time when someone had a negative impact on me as a past scene.
I sit alone staring at the wall before me. With colors that do not match and lines that do not make any sense. I follow the lines hoping it’ll take me somewhere far away from this room. My room is small and anything but cozy and also has bars on the windows. I forget what it feels like to be outside. To have the warmth of the sun kiss my skin and feel the tall grass beneath my feet. My loving husband, John keeps me up here to make me feel better. I’m sick and since he’s a doctor he should know what’s best for me, right? I sometimes question his madness but continue on with it anyways because I know he is just doing this because he loves me. I bring my attention back to the paper. It has a yellow hue but nothing cheerful or pleasing like the color of the sun. I never knew yellow could have this effect on me, a sort of sadness. It’s so dissatisfying and depressing just like the rest of the room. I need to get out. The longer I stay, the more I lose myself. I decide in the morning I begin my journey on how I’m going to get out of this place. I know it will not be easy, but it will be worth it. I notice the bars on the windows and how if I could just fit through them, I could land on the roof and work my way off of the house. Day after day, I pretend to eat my meals Mary brings to me in hopes to eventually fit through the bars. In bed, I lie awake, hungry but then I feel my stomach and body shrinking and I see hope. Three weeks has gone by and as soon as night hits, I’m going to make my move. I gather together a few thinks and toss them out the window. I put my right leg up and through the bars and continue with the rest of my body. I turn my head to the left and gently push it through. It fits. I pull my right leg out and I am free. I take one last look at that horrifying wall-paper and never look back. 10:10 AM and I just landed in the Bahamas. It was hard to contain my excitement. After grabbing my luggage, I follow a group of people from my class outside. The heat smacks you in the face but I didn’t care, the scenery was too beautiful to notice. For senior week, we booked with Grad City, a company that specializes in these types of trips. Me and a bunch of my friends get on the bus that is going to take us to our resort. Palm trees lined the high way and the blue sky looked never ending. After arriving at the resort, we signed in at the front desk, grabbed our room keys and sprinted to out rooms. Without even unpacking, we put on the first bathing suit we see and get to the pool before anyone else. Grad City gave everyone jugs with their names on them to have filled at the bar. Not thinking anything of it, we grab our first drink and hop in the pool. Life was good. The pool felt amazing after being in leggings and a t-shirt and it was finally time to relax. I was surrounded by all of my close friends and my boyfriend. I was sharing a room with my best friend, who just happens to be my cousin, later in the day I head back to our room to take a shower and get ready for the club later that night. While I was in the shower I heard a bang. Not thinking anything of it, I finished up with my shower. A couple minutes later the banging continued, and it was on the bathroom door. I hurry out to see Karen, my cousin passed out on the bed. My friend said she found her in the sand alone. She clearly had too much to drink and was slurring her words. My heart began to ache. I reach for her test kit to check her blood sugars. She’s diabetic. To find her blood sugars to be absolutely crazy. Her numbers were so high that her tester read ‘HI’. It’s not good for her to have all those sugary drinks. I try to remain calm, but my friend left me to deal with her. I gave up my first night to stay with her and make sure she was okay.
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Seth
10/1/2018 07:42:35 pm
The detail you have in the beginning of this scene is so good, I feel like it came right out of the yellow wallpaper.
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Soumiya
10/22/2018 05:19:23 pm
I honestly cannot imagine what you went through. This had to be a crazy, scary, incredible scene and experience. My chest felt like it swallowed itself just reading, so I seriously don't know how or what I would do in that moment. (Of course not leave my friend) but all I'm saying is that you're a true friend!!
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