The Crucible Diary Entries John Proctor
Dear Diary, Sinning is bad, definitely not allowed here in Salem. Well, I have committed a very bad sin a couple of days ago. John Proctor, a married man. I should be very sorry for this sin I had committed and regret it, but I just can’t. I love John Proctor, and I know he loves me, deep down in his heart. Who has asked me to meet him at the barn? John Proctor. Why else would he do it if he hadn’t loved me? September 1st was when it had first happened. While working at the Proctor home for about three months now, Elizabeth Proctor has gotten a sickness. Whilst she was lying down, resting, I decided to read. As I was reading, John Proctor had come up behind me, bent down as he breathed in my ear. This was such a big surprise; I jumped and fell
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off the chair I was on. Nearly hitting the ground, strong arms has caught me. It was John. He was smiling at me. I couldn’t help myself, I caught myself blushing. “Thank you”. I had said. The redness on my face had him let out a laugh. He had put me back on my two feet as he whispered to me “I like you, Abigail”. I then asked him if there was any way I could repay him for catching me from falling to the ground. He then told me “Meet me in the barn after everyone goes to bed tonight”. He left to go do his chores. I stood there in shock for a little. I was anxious for the night to come. Time was going so slow. When night had come around, I went out to the barn to see John. He appeared to be not there. I sat down, waiting and waiting. After an half of an hour went past, I assumed that he had better things to do. So, while getting up and nearly about to leave I hear this broad voice asking me where I was going. As hearing that, I had turned to my side, and there he stood at the entrance. He was so handsome; especially under the light of the full moon. He had approached me, grabbed me, and kissed me on my lips. A kiss that was so passionate and lustful, not one of those quick pecks on the cheek. This was my first kiss, and I was so happy it was from a man I loved secretly. This kiss led to more to happen that night. I wouldn’t change a thing that happened that night. That; was my worst sin I had ever made, but I don’t regret a thing. I have to be going now, I will write you whenever I possibly can again. Goodnight, friend.
Sincerely,
Abigail Williams.
September 13, 1692
Dear Diary, 13 years ago, to this day, my parents were brutally murdered. Only being 5, I was, watched savage Indians strike my parents heads into their pillow, which was just next to mine. I will never forget that day; it is stuck in my mind ever since I was a child. My mother, father and I were to go on our way and visit Aunt Lilly and Uncle Paris.
My mother and father had some news; another baby is on the way. Hearing that you’re going to be a bigger sister, I was quite scared that mother and father would not love me much anymore. Telling them how I felt, I thought would get me into trouble and make them very upset. So, I acted happy for them. All they would talk about was the baby. One day I got very angry at them because of that. All that anger just shot out of me, I yelled what I really felt. What I didn’t want to come out earlier came out. I had told them I hated the baby and that I felt that it was going to ruin everything. I broke into tears after hearing what I had just said. My father had picked me up while carrying me to mother, not angry like I thought they’d be. They held me whilst mother saying, “No one can replace you, Abigail, we love you dearly.” And “Nothing will change, even when the baby will come.” father told me. After that talk, I grew to love the fact that I am going to be a big sister. My parents had talked to me until bedtime came around, then they had taken me to bed, tucked me in and kissed me goodnight. “Goodnight, our sweet darling; we love you so
much.” Thunder and lightning had woken me up later on that night. My parents were laying in their bed when I looked over to check on them. I fell back asleep, feeling much better knowing they’re safe, I fell asleep comfortably. Woken again later on that night, but not because of thunder, it was because of screaming. Looking over, I noticed savages; standing over my parents with a weapon or two in their hands. While father was trying to talk them out of doing anything, mother was crying. One of the men had smashed my father’s head in before my eyes. He had collapsed to the bed. A bloody mess was right upon that bed. My mother, looking at what just had hell upon her arms, she screamed loudly. She begged. She begged and begged for them not to hurt her or me. They didn’t seem to care. As they brought the weapon up, about to hit her, she wished that they were not to hurt me. “I love you Abigail.” She had said before taking the striking. She lye there, dead just like my father. She landed right upon my father. I thought as if this were to be a dream, I was lying there, crying. I wish I had woken up as my parents holding me telling me it was alright. This was not a dream though. The savage men then noticed me. The seemed to be leader, turned to me. He had told me he would not harm me due to my mother’s last wish. That was not the way to hurt children anyways. They had left then. I ran to my mother and father, shook them, telling them to wake up. I broke down crying as seeing that they were not waking. That night, since God had taken love away from me, I turned away from him. I was then sent to live with Uncle Paris and Aunt Lily, my only family left. Hard to live there, for Uncle being a preacher and I, being forced to practice something I do not believe in anymore. Things had gotten easier then. Until Aunt Lilly had gotten pregnant with what turned out to be my cousin. This thought of having a baby on the way, reminded me of the little sister or brother I would have had. I was excited to have a baby brother or sister so; I told my Aunt I wanted one. She had told me it was alright that Bettie could be my little sister. I filled with joy on that thought. My Aunt was loved by me just like I loved my mother. She was just like my mother. It felt like she never left. Whenever something happens, I will write to you to get everything out. I must go now, this helped. I’ll write soon.
Sincerely, Abigail Williams
off the chair I was on. Nearly hitting the ground, strong arms has caught me. It was John. He was smiling at me. I couldn’t help myself, I caught myself blushing. “Thank you”. I had said. The redness on my face had him let out a laugh. He had put me back on my two feet as he whispered to me “I like you, Abigail”. I then asked him if there was any way I could repay him for catching me from falling to the ground. He then told me “Meet me in the barn after everyone goes to bed tonight”. He left to go do his chores. I stood there in shock for a little. I was anxious for the night to come. Time was going so slow. When night had come around, I went out to the barn to see John. He appeared to be not there. I sat down, waiting and waiting. After an half of an hour went past, I assumed that he had better things to do. So, while getting up and nearly about to leave I hear this broad voice asking me where I was going. As hearing that, I had turned to my side, and there he stood at the entrance. He was so handsome; especially under the light of the full moon. He had approached me, grabbed me, and kissed me on my lips. A kiss that was so passionate and lustful, not one of those quick pecks on the cheek. This was my first kiss, and I was so happy it was from a man I loved secretly. This kiss led to more to happen that night. I wouldn’t change a thing that happened that night. That; was my worst sin I had ever made, but I don’t regret a thing. I have to be going now, I will write you whenever I possibly can again. Goodnight, friend.
Sincerely,
Abigail Williams.
September 13, 1692
Dear Diary, 13 years ago, to this day, my parents were brutally murdered. Only being 5, I was, watched savage Indians strike my parents heads into their pillow, which was just next to mine. I will never forget that day; it is stuck in my mind ever since I was a child. My mother, father and I were to go on our way and visit Aunt Lilly and Uncle Paris.
My mother and father had some news; another baby is on the way. Hearing that you’re going to be a bigger sister, I was quite scared that mother and father would not love me much anymore. Telling them how I felt, I thought would get me into trouble and make them very upset. So, I acted happy for them. All they would talk about was the baby. One day I got very angry at them because of that. All that anger just shot out of me, I yelled what I really felt. What I didn’t want to come out earlier came out. I had told them I hated the baby and that I felt that it was going to ruin everything. I broke into tears after hearing what I had just said. My father had picked me up while carrying me to mother, not angry like I thought they’d be. They held me whilst mother saying, “No one can replace you, Abigail, we love you dearly.” And “Nothing will change, even when the baby will come.” father told me. After that talk, I grew to love the fact that I am going to be a big sister. My parents had talked to me until bedtime came around, then they had taken me to bed, tucked me in and kissed me goodnight. “Goodnight, our sweet darling; we love you so
much.” Thunder and lightning had woken me up later on that night. My parents were laying in their bed when I looked over to check on them. I fell back asleep, feeling much better knowing they’re safe, I fell asleep comfortably. Woken again later on that night, but not because of thunder, it was because of screaming. Looking over, I noticed savages; standing over my parents with a weapon or two in their hands. While father was trying to talk them out of doing anything, mother was crying. One of the men had smashed my father’s head in before my eyes. He had collapsed to the bed. A bloody mess was right upon that bed. My mother, looking at what just had hell upon her arms, she screamed loudly. She begged. She begged and begged for them not to hurt her or me. They didn’t seem to care. As they brought the weapon up, about to hit her, she wished that they were not to hurt me. “I love you Abigail.” She had said before taking the striking. She lye there, dead just like my father. She landed right upon my father. I thought as if this were to be a dream, I was lying there, crying. I wish I had woken up as my parents holding me telling me it was alright. This was not a dream though. The savage men then noticed me. The seemed to be leader, turned to me. He had told me he would not harm me due to my mother’s last wish. That was not the way to hurt children anyways. They had left then. I ran to my mother and father, shook them, telling them to wake up. I broke down crying as seeing that they were not waking. That night, since God had taken love away from me, I turned away from him. I was then sent to live with Uncle Paris and Aunt Lily, my only family left. Hard to live there, for Uncle being a preacher and I, being forced to practice something I do not believe in anymore. Things had gotten easier then. Until Aunt Lilly had gotten pregnant with what turned out to be my cousin. This thought of having a baby on the way, reminded me of the little sister or brother I would have had. I was excited to have a baby brother or sister so; I told my Aunt I wanted one. She had told me it was alright that Bettie could be my little sister. I filled with joy on that thought. My Aunt was loved by me just like I loved my mother. She was just like my mother. It felt like she never left. Whenever something happens, I will write to you to get everything out. I must go now, this helped. I’ll write soon.
Sincerely, Abigail Williams