Personal Narrative-Banded With Abi

I defied John by going to the trials. Banded with Abi, banded with a heathen and now I am left to walk this lonely road only to face another. To be scorned for under oath I spread the lies that plague this town. I feel God’s light flicker against the whirlwind of lies. Name after name. All talkin’ of spirits. I have sworn my name to the presence of an evil I cannot see.
Abi has made sinners of us all. I had sworn my name to child’s stories. I never saw goody Osburn a witch, but Abi -the girls. They cry, they scream, they-they choke. I look, as hard as I can but I – I don’t see, I see nothin’. And I lie. Every lie that escapes my mouth, I feel the weight of the noose burden my shoulders. Bucklin’ my knees, clasping my throat, pushin’, pressing, tightening. My skin turns to ice from fear that Hathorne will question and he will see, my pretence will be known. I can hear their haunting cries of witchcraft if I dare testify their pretence to save my soul. Gad dams all liars. I never seen no spirits. The girls, they look to Abi, they too lie, I know it be true. They see nothing. Those not witness, to invisible crimes are accused. We - I had to choose. I must be a witness, bound to Abi, bound to witchcraft. I’ve placed my soul within Devil’s reach.
As I stood today in court, testifying my only truth, stood against the heathen, I felt her stare scorch my skin, tearing a path to my soul. I cannot imagine the evil that frolic in her mind, behind those eyes, mirrors to death long past but unforgotten. Never have I envied more, bird’s freedom of flight from a predator’s deathly gaze. I lost breath, I could not witness Abi blackened Goody Proctor’s name. No remorse harbors within her crippled soul. Abi, is the seemingly harmless, pin that has unpicked the seams of Salem beyond mend and my lies. My lies be kindling to a whore’s vengeful flame burning this sinful town from the inside