Journal 3

As a young Puritan girl, power is something I had not processed before. It was strange to realize that whomever my girls and I named would be arrested for “bewitching” us. There were now 14 people in jail. Growing up on Christian values, I would have expected me to feel guilt. If any of these people do not confess, they would be hanged. Oddly enough, I seemed not to care. As numbers grew and grew, the numbers of those accused rose to 39 people. I personally accused Elizabeth Proctor, but Mary Warren was physically uncomfortable with the allegation. Within minutes, she pleaded that Elizabeth was not a witch and vouched for her good person. Nevertheless, I had a plan and would not be stopped. I gave a doll to Mary with a needle in it and told Mary to gift it to Elizabeth. I had the perfect plan in place.

            Around suppertime, I stuck a needle into my abdomen and gave a fit. I cried that Elizabeth was bewitching me. Since Cheever went to look further into the Proctors, I was positive he would find the doll. There was no way this obvious “voodoo” would not force Elizabeth out of John’s life. I hear that Elizabeth was lead away and John was left furious. Thinking of this whole plan leaves nothing but a giant smirk on my face. I was exceptionally proud of myself for concocting my brilliant plan. Elizabeth is going away and John, my love, will be all mine. I was shuttering with excitement. Is what I’m doing unmoral? Yes, but never had I processed such great power. How great it was to wield the fates of others in my hand; the ability to mold the world and bend people to the way I desired was truly incredible.