The Crucible Diary Entry John Proctor

Dear Diary,
Though the sin I am committing is treacherous, I must find some consolation in clearing away the troubled thoughts and images that constantly appear in my head. Something horrible happened in our small town of Salem, Massachusetts. After our forbidden, late-night dance with Tituba, Uncle Parris came upon us in the woods forcing all us girls to run away. All of us except cousin Betty, bless her soul, who just collapsed on the ground like all the strength left her. She shrieked and hollered like nothing I ever heard before. She was going on and on about how couldn’t move at all. Uncle Parris brought us back to his house and turned on me. His face was a color I ain’t never seen before, an ugly, blotchy red. He was yellin’ and screamin’ profanities at us, but little Betty wasn’t moving an inch. Throughout the day, no changes to her condition were made. I knew that somehow, I had to stir her from her slumber. My reputation
My heart stopped when she opened her eyes. I proceeded to tell her of what transpired the night before. Then my foolish cousin ran for the window proclaiming she could fly to Heaven. I smacked her down as Uncle Parris came runnin’ through the door. I had to bite my tongue when he began to question me again about the previous night. How could I tell him that I made a charm to kill Goody Proctor and make John Proctor mine? How could he possibly understand that John and I were meant to be? When he told my Reverend Hale was coming to Salem, my blood ran cold. When he finally arrived and stared at me with his dark eyes, the words came unbidden from my lips:“Tituba made me do it!” I shouted Repeatedly. I knew that by doing this I could clear my name and, with God at my side, become Mrs. Proctor. So I began naming off all the women I can off the top of my head. WIth any luck, this nonsense will be said and done in the blink of an eye, and all my deepest desires will finally see the light of