Personal Narrative-Troubleshoot Court

My family was very disliked in Andover, and over time he married a woman who did not think that he was worthy of marrying her. Then it happened, they accused him. He was brought to trial as an accused man. They accused him for being a witch because he dabbled in fortune telling when he was a young man. They ended up accusing me, too. It is time for trial.
We were on trial, I could feel the splinters as I squeezed the quill hard. I had many thoughts in my head, were we going to die, are my family going to be okay, Will I ever see them again, how long until I either drown or get hanged? I squeezed it harder. My father was gone, in a different room to do his trial. I remember! I nearly jump for joy as I remember that all I have to say is that I am guilty. Many have done it before and are still alive. But what if this time is different? I dip it in ink as I write guilty. I see them nod heads. The judge is starting to talk as someone uncuffs me. I am free! I start to walk out, but stop midway like something is wrong. I rush home to find no one is there.
I get told that my father has been convicted. “Convicted!” I yell. Though it has no effect. I march over to the jury and ask them why they convicted my father. They say it is nothing personal, that he is one. I asked what happened they said that he pleaded guilty, but they thought that he was
My maiden name is Mercy Wardwell. When I was twenty I got accused of being a witch. My father was named Samuel Wardwell. In 1692 we both got accused and we were sentenced to death. I got out of it and I was able to marry John Wright. Together we had three children. Sadly my father was not able to make it to the wedding. We both said we were guilty, and they believed me, but they thought my father was forced to be guilty, so they killed him. We were all innocent, but that didn’t stop them. Two hundred were accused, some weren’t as lucky as I was. They killed twenty people. Twenty loved ones are gone for