August 10th, 1692
In secrecy I have written, and in secrecy I shall write. My name is Abigail Williams. I am 17 years of age and I am a kin to Rev. Parris. I have no other family except thy Rev. Parris and his daughter. I have had no comfort of real love from him, except that I should work to pay my keep of him. I have few people that I can truly say are my friends and I have no connections to the boys. No man has ever shown and interest in me, except John, John Proctor. When his bitter wife became ill, he did have eyes for me. I well know it is a sin, it was a sin, and I shall burn for my lusting, but I did love. I did love John and I still do now. It is his wife’s bitterness that holds him against me; it holds him back from me. That is why I was cast out of their home, like Satan was cast out of Heaven. But I shall yet have my revenge against the wench who threw me out. I shall bring upon her chaos, which not even God can stop…
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