I have escaped from the yellow wallpaper only to find myself trapped within this strange place with god knows what kind of wallpaper or lack of...John insists that I will get better if only I give it a try. What does he think I have been doing this entire time?

Oh John, won't you understand that I am trying? I really am but this place is awfully terrifying. I hear them. The other patients. Their cries for help. The way they look at me with their empty gazes. I hear voices but I'm not quite sure if they're really there or not. It's like they're trying to tell me the secrets of this place. I just know it, but I must tell no one. I don't wish to spend the night in restraints.

They walk past me sometimes with tears, rarely with a smile, but always, always with that empty gaze...

It hurts he tells me. When they start the buzzing.

I didn't know what he meant until I was roaming about as I walked past a room with a man strapped in a chair, each shock seeming to hurt more than the last.

Surely there must be a better way to help them get better.

Often times I see them put into straight jackets and left alone until the end of the day. Sometimes the nurses just seem to tolerate them rather than want to help them. They put them in restraints and place them in padded rooms until they tire themselves out. What an awful life to live when it feels like you aren't living to begin with.

I can't take it in here anymore but I don't know what life I have to return to outside of this place. I have not heard from John in weeks and last I did, he seemed upset that he, a great physician, could not cure me. Am I hopeless?

I know I'm not crazy. Being confined is what makes me crazy but who wouldn't become crazy under the circumstances we live in. I know there's light at the end of every tunnel and if you have yet to see it then that doesn't mean it's not there. Not everyone's tunnels are the same distance. My tunnel began when I decided I needed to escape.

This is goodbye. For now. Goodbye to my old life. Goodbye John. It know it hurts, but keep crying because I'm not crying over you anymore. You left me here without a word, so now I leave you without so much as trace that I was ever here