My dearest Jane, you were a fool to believe John. He persuaded you to come to this prison, to imprison me. He appeared to have my best interests in mind. He spoke so beautiful, his words and phrases entered into my mind, filling every dark clevis, so that all I could see and hear was his ghastly yellow words. You foolishly believed him, in turn, causing me to believe him, for I have always trusted you, because there was never a reason not to. You seemed to know me better than myself, and, like John, seemed to have my best interests in mind, but now, that I am freed from that awful yellow haze, I can see that it was all a lie. Both you and John deceived me. I suspect this is because you both were afraid of my potential. You had me become lifeless; I was a ghost of a person. Perhaps that was the supernatural essence I felt when I first entered this prison. You kept me isolated; I was not stimulated; my mind was detraining, just like that horrible wallpaper. However, before my total demise, I was able to escape. I am much stronger than you both thought I was. I ripped that paper, and tore that paper, and scratched that paper until I was raw, but I escaped. I think that John was so shocked at my strength that it caused him to collapse. Do not worry about John, my dear, he will not poison my mind any longer. As for you; you were his companion. You hung by his every word, and that is where you will stay. During my creeping along the walls, glancing at john's lifeless eyes, and then to my surroundings, I discovered a rope, a sturdy rope. You should have known better than to have tried to trap me. Before you meet John again, my dearest, the last thing you will see is that wallpaper. Goodbye.