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Personal Narrative: The Yellow Wall Paper

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As I am riding in my husbands 2008 chevy cobalt I realize, this is exactly how I envisioned the perfect day. A soft gentle breeze wafting the sweet scent of jasmine over me, the sun radiating against my skin. The sky is clear as cleaned crystal and bubblegum blue. I settle back on the warm leather seat of the car and embrace the feeling. I am totally immersed. I close my eyes and picture how much my life has changed in just a short week. It’s crazy to think that only a few days ago I married Adam. He is the perfect man, tall and fit, yet with a heart of gold. His bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical. There was softness in his eyes and gentleness in his smile. All the more reasons why I love him. I open my eyes as we are pulling …show more content…

Soon enough, Adam is back to work at the town's business factory. While he is at work I realize I can’t just sit around waiting for him to get home and start remodeling, that I should help do something. I walk through the house and pick the one thing the was bothering me most. The wallpaper. The wallpaper that the previous owner papered in every one of the 5 rooms. It was a tan color that seemed to have many stains on it and was slowly peeling away. It was very hideous in my opinion, so surely whatever was behind it would be better than what it is now. Removing it is very brutal but oddly satisfying, as it feels like peeling the skin off from a sunburn. I peel off the first room of wallpaper, I notice there is a person’s name written in a dark red color. Just below that is a date and location, but the year is too faint to see. Thinking nothing of it, I move onto the next room where there appears to be another name written in the same reddish color along with the date and …show more content…

I couldn’t make out any of the dates.” I explain with a calm and rational tone in my voice. Too tired to say much about it he convinces me they probably were from the previous owner and their children and that they wanted to leave a memory and marking that this once was their home. Adam is peacefully sleeping in the master bed in the middle of what used to be the kitchen, and as I lay next to him all I can think of is the names below that shaming wallpaper. I go over to the computer and type in the first name I have found. As I read I see an article with her name in which it says “Sara Fox, went missing on January 8th 2012, never found.” I continue to search the rest of the names and they are all young girls who are missing and they were never found as well. I sit there, staring at the screen trying to fit the puzzle pieces together. All of these girls have gone missing and were never found. What could the locations mean? Adam couldn’t have known anything about them because he told me he only has lived here for less than a year. I walk back and lay in the bed, wondering who could have stayed here last? Maybe Adam knows

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