Letter via abigail to john proctor in the crucible

Arthur Burns, Creative Writing, Women In Prison, Prisons

Excerpt from Creative Writing:

Crucible

Dearest Ruben

I am writing this kind of letter in the hopes that I can easily explain me personally and allow you to understand why I have done the things i did. You are angry with me at this point and perhaps My spouse and i deserve your anger, nevertheless, you must know in your heart that your wife was standing between all of us. We hardly ever could have been together so long as somebody else called very little Mrs. David Proctor. This is a name which should be reserved for the one you love and I be aware that you never have loved her truly if not you would never have turned to myself. Perhaps I am receiving too far before myself. Allow me to start at first. Please merely read through this letter throughout and by the end everything will be explained but it will surely make sense for you my closest and you will be forced to forgive me personally.

Everything began so just. My friends and i also were frolicking innocently in the forest. All of us weren’t also doing anything at all dramatic or perhaps terrible. Every we were undertaking was moving and singing and producing braids of flowers with darling Tituba. Oh poor, poor Tituba. You must consider pity onto her as you must take pity on me. Then my personal awful granddad came upon us and you understand how he is. Started to scream and shout and reported that that which we were undertaking was nasty and the devil’s work. I had been so anxious. So was Betty. He scared her so that she had to feign a fit to get out of his wrathful hands! Before I knew it they will called for that odious Reverend John Hale and this individual starts going on about how we’ve been involved in witchcraft! He insecure me my darling Ruben. He endangered me with damnation and hellfire and promised i and my local freinds would become punished from God. The single thing I could perform was cast the blame elsewhere or I would personally have been in a lot more trouble. This individual stood above me, towering in his garments of the clergy and demanded to know who introduced me personally to witchcraft and devil worship. The first identity that came in my head was Tituba’s. Well, actually the first identity that came into your head was your own but that is because you are always in my mind. Perhaps it is actually your wrong doing. Could I have obtained from you even the slightest attention that day time in Betty’s sick space I might experienced the courage to endure that man. But not any! You abandoned me therefore i brought Tituba into the condition. She was the one who acquired us all dance and fooling about in the woods when we should have recently been doing even more productive points. I was not really the one who have said the lady was a witch. They were accusing me and i also had to do anything to obtain myself away of difficulties and so I offered them the slave girl. From there things just seemed to spiral additional and further uncontrollable. Tituba was naming persons and Betty was and i also felt that if I would not likewise lead then they will rise against me! Please understand Ruben that I never intended to damage anyone. It really was excessive for me to combat against.

I’m certain that most of the present anger is not really about others, of Goody