Salem Witch Trials

I was accused of witchcraft. I plead innocent. The jury found me guilty. I feel numb. As if none of this is really happening. I don’t understand how, just because a group of girls claimed I was doing them harm, I became a witch. I was shunned by people who have known me my whole life. I have never done any wrong doing. I have no hope, my faith has left me. If my own neighbors wish to see me hang, how can I survive? Their watching me, every little thing I do. I’m behind bars, sitting in my cell watching others join me by the day. My son tries to save me, his work doing no good. The afflicted girls mimic my movements, but they distort them as if I am doing it to hurt them. How, when I sit by my neighbors in church every week, can they suspect me of worshiping Satan? I no longer care, do what they want, either way I will end up free from this place. I sit by a mother and her newborn in a jail cell. What is our town coming to that they would sentence a baby to die? I want to cry, scream, run, anything that will make this numbness go away. I can’t. It’s like I’m glued to the floor. I don’t notice anything going on around me. It’s all a blur. I’m supposed to hang today. I wish we could get it over with but at the same time I wish it will never happen. Outside, standing by the hanging tree, watching others go ahead of me. I’m not scared or nervous of frightened. Once again, I’m numb. Nothing is fazing me. I realize I’m about to die, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m not exactly ready to die, but it doesn’t bother me anymore. I walk up to the rope; he slips it around my throat. A pray is said. I hang. My soul floats up to heaven. I told them I was innocent. They didn’t believe me. Now I get to go be with my maker. Bless it be.