The Crucible Diary Entry Of John Proctor

Dear Diary,
Though this is a treacherous sin I am making, I must find a way to clear the thoughts and images that reappear constantly in my consciousness. Today something quite horribly interesting happened in our small town, Salem. After our midnight dance with the girls, Uncle Parris found us in the woods making all of us scatter immediately. All of us except Betty who collapsed on the ground. She was screaming about how she could not move. Uncle Parris’ face was nothing like I have ever seen before. His face was bright red and looked shocked. He started yelling and screaming at us, but Betty still did not move at all. Throughout the day, she still laid there like she was as good as dead. The suspicion started to grow in the town of Salem
My life depended on it. If word got around that our family was bewitched, I could be hanged! If I were to be condemned, I could then never belong to John Proctor, he would never love me again. So, Diary, I tried my best and shook Betty until her head flew back and forth, I screamed her name and yelled threats at her to wake up. For a split second, her eyes opened and we both stared at each other in utter shock then I proceeded to tell her what was needed to be done so we would not get accused of anything related with witchcraft. But Betty looked confused and tried to leap out of the window and fly! For goodness sake! What would get in her mind to believe that she could actually fly to heaven? I smacked her and she fell to the floor making her unconscious. The sound triggered Uncle Parris to come flying up the stairs and saw Betty. His eyes were filled with concern, he then placed Betty upon the bed and questioned me what just happened. Of course, Diary, I told him the stupid things Betty said such as flying to see her mother, but when he continued to question me about that mysterious night, I knew I had to bite my tongue. How could I explain to him what we were doing? How could I tell him I created a charm to make John