In this blog post, I have rewritten a scene from The Yellow Wall-Paper (Charlotte Perkins Stetson). Also, I have written a short personal scene about a negative decision that I made that had impacted my life.
As John walked out the door, I thought this is the day. I am going to get out of this room with the yellow wallpaper. I quickly gather my notebook and pen and stuff them into a bag. I dart out the door and down the stairs. Before I reach the bottom step, I heard a voice. It must be Mary! She usually takes the baby out around this time, I was not expecting her to be here. I hesitate on what to do next, but before I could, I see Mary go out the side door off the kitchen, with the baby in her stroller. Now I am alone, and it is safe to go. As I swing open the grand double doors, I realize I did not have much of a plan after this point. I can’t get anywhere by foot due to the house being in such a desert location. I slowly sit down on the gravel. I can feel a lump in my throat as I am trying to hold back tears. Why did I think this would work? How stupid could I be to not think about how I would escape this house? Several minutes go by, and I here voices again. I quickly duck behind a column on the side of the house. I am watching and waiting frantically, but I can’t see anybody. All of a sudden I feel a light hand on the back of my shoulder. I jolt around and see mary. “What are you doing out here?” Mary says in a curious yet frightening tone. I didn't’t know what to say. I was frozen. “Mary, you have to help me. I am not ill! I need to get out of here.” “OK, follow me.” I quickly follow Mary down an old path in the woods. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Dad, can I please drive your car down to Temple tonight? I can park right outside Christina’s apartment.” I asked my dad, hoping he would say yes since I had no money for an uber. “I guess so. Be super careful.” Since I didn't have my own car yet at that time, my dad was very lenient on lending me his. I was always super careful when I drove, especially since it was a leased car. I arrived at temple, but the spot I had in mind to park on was full. I ended up parking a couple blocks away, but the only problem was I had to move the car by 7am the next morning. No problem I thought to myself, Ill just set an alarm and go home early. As the night went on, my girlfriends and I became very bored. Our plans fell through, and we all ended up going home pretty early, around 12am. Christina and I were not tired at all. We stayed up for a couple hours more, watching netlfix and making all sorts of desserts. Around 3am is when the night took a turn for the worst. “Hey christina, since were still awake and we have to leave by 7am, why don't we just drive home now?” I said to her, not thinking about the possible outcomes. “OK sure, but how about I drive since you had a couple drinks.” Christina got up and starting packing her bag. “Okay but be really careful.” About ten minutes into our drive, our GPS kept rerouting. We ended up on this shady street, still in North Philly. I rolled down the window to get some fresh air, when all of a sudden I heard a painful screeching noise. I looked the the left, and saw a large black car colliding with our car. As soon as the other car realized what happened, he took off. In shock, I told christina to pull over. I jump out the passenger door, praying the damage wasn't too bad. But in fact there was a large, thick black scrape all along the driver and back door. None of this would have happened if we just stayed.
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Erin Lynch
10/1/2018 11:12:18 am
Loved your rewrite on The yellow wallpaper. I did something along the lines of her trying to escape as well. Thanks for sharing!
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