Creative Writing: The Yellow Wall-Paper Alternate Ending

The Yellow Wall-Paper Alternate Ending
Where my story is starting: “Why there’s John at the Door”
I am banging on the door, begging her to come out. What has happened? Why’s the door locked? Is she okay? What’s going on? Perhaps I can break the door. The sweat dripped into my eyes as I heard her say “John dear! The key is under the front steps, under a plaintain leaf!”
My eyes dart to the leaf. Is she lying? Why would the key be there? I can’t make myself leave. I am begging her to open the door - almost screaming. She laughs. Laughs. I stop. Thinking. What if she is in danger and that’s why she has thrown the key?
I run down the stairs - as fast as I can. I can’t find the key. My mind is racing with worry. I can’t control myself. I look at the door and take a few steps back. Then, I do the craziest thing. I run. I run and slam my body into that door - hard as I possibly can. A little wooden plank falls out. That’s good enough. I look into the hole, and there she is - creeping? Now I am sure something is wrong. I finish breaking down the door but by the time I break it, I am weary. As my vision blurs I see my wife. She’s just staring at me while she creeps around the room. I feel myself fall to the ground.
I stand up and try and reason with her. I knew this was happening. All those nights she was awake, I had been with her. Every time she wrote, Jennie would read it, reporting everything back to me. We knew what what was happening, yet now it’s too late. She’s gone mental. I hear Jennie race up the stairs. When she sees us, she lets out an ear-piercing screech and runs. I don’t know where. I turn back to my wife and try to communicate with her. She isn’t letting me through to her. She is creeping. Creeping all around the room. Not listening to me. I walk in her path and make myself a wall. When she runs into me she looks up - and