Dear Journal,
Its been about an hour now since I ran from the courtroom. I decided to turn on Mary Warren. I mimicked her and got the other girls to follow. She had betrayed us. Saying she was not involved and goving us away. I can't believe we had trusted her from the beginning. How could we not though? She really was involved in the withcraft. Danforth was yelling for us to shutup and we got louder and louder, until she couldn't handle it anymore.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Journal 9
Dear Journal,
I am in the courtroom this very minute. Proctor stands. My heart is rushing. My face is getting hot and flushed. Damn! Damn! Damn Proctor! He just admitted to Danforth of commiting Adultry. I feel like I am going to be sick. My head is spinning. I get up to leave. My legs are numb. I feel like my feet won't go. I want to run far, far away. Thats what I'll do. I got out the doors and ran....
I feel like I am floating. My head is still spinning and I feel as if I could colapse. I felt like I was far enought away. I am sitting on the dry, dirty ground. I am trying to catch my breath...
Whoooo...I am safe.
I am in the courtroom this very minute. Proctor stands. My heart is rushing. My face is getting hot and flushed. Damn! Damn! Damn Proctor! He just admitted to Danforth of commiting Adultry. I feel like I am going to be sick. My head is spinning. I get up to leave. My legs are numb. I feel like my feet won't go. I want to run far, far away. Thats what I'll do. I got out the doors and ran....
I feel like I am floating. My head is still spinning and I feel as if I could colapse. I felt like I was far enought away. I am sitting on the dry, dirty ground. I am trying to catch my breath...
Whoooo...I am safe.
Sincerely, Abigail
Journal 8
Dear Journal,
Giles hasn't given any names. I have a feeling he is going to get in trouble. What will they do to him? Hang him? I can't believe this is happening. I am apart of this. I am actually the cause of it. If only I would have told the truth from the very beginning. Better yet, if I wouldn't have even gone with Tituba. None of this would have happened.
Giles hasn't given any names. I have a feeling he is going to get in trouble. What will they do to him? Hang him? I can't believe this is happening. I am apart of this. I am actually the cause of it. If only I would have told the truth from the very beginning. Better yet, if I wouldn't have even gone with Tituba. None of this would have happened.
Journal 7
Dear Journal,
We were in court again. The husbands were trying to save their wives with evidence. John was up their defending Elizabeth. My face went red and my cheeks were burning. I am so heart-broken and angry. I wish I would have been the one up there instead of Elizabeth, but then again, I don't. John says Elizabeth never lies. But Elizabeth got questioned, and lied. I don't understand what kind of a relationship does that. No communication, trust, love, anything. I would be a better wife for John, I would...
We were in court again. The husbands were trying to save their wives with evidence. John was up their defending Elizabeth. My face went red and my cheeks were burning. I am so heart-broken and angry. I wish I would have been the one up there instead of Elizabeth, but then again, I don't. John says Elizabeth never lies. But Elizabeth got questioned, and lied. I don't understand what kind of a relationship does that. No communication, trust, love, anything. I would be a better wife for John, I would...
Sincerely, Abigail
Journal 6
Dear Journal,
We were in the courtroom. Giles and Francis busted in and were ranting about their wives being arrested. I sat up straight on my chair. It smelt of soil, must, and lavender. My head spun with all the aroma and noise. I couldn't hear much of what they are saying, because of the echo in the room. They calm down and were talking with Judge Danforth. My heart was pounding. I leaned forward in my seat to hear of what they are saying. I could be next for arrest if they figure something out...
We were in the courtroom. Giles and Francis busted in and were ranting about their wives being arrested. I sat up straight on my chair. It smelt of soil, must, and lavender. My head spun with all the aroma and noise. I couldn't hear much of what they are saying, because of the echo in the room. They calm down and were talking with Judge Danforth. My heart was pounding. I leaned forward in my seat to hear of what they are saying. I could be next for arrest if they figure something out...
Sincerely, Abigail
Journal 5
Dear Journal,
Hale was quetioning Proctor about his faith. Hale wanted Proctor to give the Ten Commandments. 1...2...3,4,5...6...7,8...9. He thought he said them all, but he didn't. He forgot the commandment Adultry. Damn him! I don't want Hale or anyone else to suspect anything. I am so scared. This just getting deeper and deeper into clues. I have to keep strong. I have to figure out some way to keep anymore evidence from reaching Hale's hands.
Hale was quetioning Proctor about his faith. Hale wanted Proctor to give the Ten Commandments. 1...2...3,4,5...6...7,8...9. He thought he said them all, but he didn't. He forgot the commandment Adultry. Damn him! I don't want Hale or anyone else to suspect anything. I am so scared. This just getting deeper and deeper into clues. I have to keep strong. I have to figure out some way to keep anymore evidence from reaching Hale's hands.
Journal 4
Dear Journal,
Reverend Hale came by today. He was here exorcising Betty. Trying to make her wake. The room felt cold and empty. Lifeless. Dead. Betty didn't wake for awhile. I was scared. I knew she was faking, but the whole thing was scary. I began chanting names. Betty then awoke and chanted the names with me. Adrenaline was running through me. My heart got faster and faster, then it all stopped...
Reverend Hale came by today. He was here exorcising Betty. Trying to make her wake. The room felt cold and empty. Lifeless. Dead. Betty didn't wake for awhile. I was scared. I knew she was faking, but the whole thing was scary. I began chanting names. Betty then awoke and chanted the names with me. Adrenaline was running through me. My heart got faster and faster, then it all stopped...
Journal 3
Dear Journal,
Proctor came today. I wanted him to speak my name softly to me. I wanted to feel his soft, warm touch on my arms. I love him, but he is married to Elizabeth. I am so angry that even after our affair, he still chooses her. I wanted to talk to him. I told him I still loved him, but he denied loving me. I don't know what to think about the whole thing. I long for him. I want him. I am hurt that he doesn't want me. I am embarrassed that I told him how I feel. I am ashamed...
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Journal 2
Dear Journal,
Uncle Parris was questioning me. My heart was pounding wildly. I was afraid I would say something and give a hint. He was asking what we were doing. He saw parts of what we were doing, so he should have some hint, but I just played along. I told him all we did was dance. We did dance, so I didn't lie, I just didn't tell him the whole story...
Uncle Parris was questioning me. My heart was pounding wildly. I was afraid I would say something and give a hint. He was asking what we were doing. He saw parts of what we were doing, so he should have some hint, but I just played along. I told him all we did was dance. We did dance, so I didn't lie, I just didn't tell him the whole story...
Journal 1
Dear Journal,
Last night the girls and I were out dancing. I drank the blood of an animal, but no one else knows except for the girls that were with Tituba and I last night. Uncle Parris is freaking out, because my cousin Betty won't wake. She was also there last night. I can hear Uncle weaping and praying for Betty to wake. There's was a aknock at the door, and I went to go get it. It was Susanna Walcott. I took her to Uncle Parris...and left the room.
Last night the girls and I were out dancing. I drank the blood of an animal, but no one else knows except for the girls that were with Tituba and I last night. Uncle Parris is freaking out, because my cousin Betty won't wake. She was also there last night. I can hear Uncle weaping and praying for Betty to wake. There's was a aknock at the door, and I went to go get it. It was Susanna Walcott. I took her to Uncle Parris...and left the room.
Sincerely, Abigail
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