Examples Of Elizabeth's Letter To The Crucible

I created her. It is clear to me now. I am the culprit. As I stared into the the exhausted eyes of the women I had devoted my life to, the women I had promised to care for until death do us part, my wife, I became painfully aware. I had done this to the both of them. How could I be so selfish? How could I betray them the way that I have? Would the two of them ever forgive me? Will you ever forgive me? I am the cause of all of this. I deserve to face the unholy gallows. I deserve to face death whether the accusation of witchcraft be true or not. I stood in front of my wife only moments earlier and I tried to save my own life once again. I can do this no longer. My Elizabeth deserves life, not I. Abigail has become a monster far beyond any witch and I pray
I want to hate her, but I cannot. I brought her into my arms, believed I loved her, convinced her impressionable mind that we would be together, I revealed all the sins of Salem to her, and in the end... I threw her out like a wild animal. I destroyed her. I made her the parasite she is now. I take all blame. Father, if you can here my corrupt, muffled voice now, please forgive me. As I am escorted to my deserved death all I can hear are my thoughts as they desperately try to meet your hearing. I can no longer allow myself to live if pure havoc may befall my family. I know the choice I have made presently is indeed the right one. I could feel the devils ghastly grip on me as he tried to convince me to confess and I have followed the path of least resistance for far too long. I can barely breathe. I will admit I do not want to leave… I have to leave. I must sacrifice my undeserving life before my wife may ever have the chance to sacrifice another thing for me. I know the tight grips of the men as they rip me from my cell and lead me to the noose are there, but I cannot feel it. I am no saint. I have committed my crimes. I have existed only in sin and I shall not any