The Crucible Short Story

As John leaves in anger, Abigail runs to her room in temper and slams the door closed. She sits down at her dressing table and talks to herself in the mirror. She is angry.

Were his desires for me to be without contempt? What am I meant to do? I love him. Am I not able to control the rules and rights that urge me to kill Elizabeth dwelt inside of me? I have the power. I want the glory of watchin that woman hang so I can dance with John on her grave. Havin her killed is rightful in my eyes. The charm conjured by Tituba will work. The blood I drank will take Elizabeth’s spirit. Mercy will sew a poppet and when she forces the needle in deep, witchery will take its course. I will scream with pain and announce I have been struck by the devil,
Her rumors have destroyed me. I am not a whore. I’m not a slave. I was troubled as a child. Them Indians struck my parents to death. No mother to nurse me, no father to teach me. Parris is a fool. He only thinks for himself. I have only hatred toward him. This world is no good with them preachin’ Catholics forcin’ us to learn the Gospel. John loves me, I know it. He blushes when I am near. He has let his mind go. He don’t believe in them Catholics. He believes in me. But when he is with that woman I can not have him. Elizabeth has poisoned his heart. Her love has vanquished his soul and evil inside has taken control.
[Abigail stands slamming both hands on the table. She speaks aggressively]

My blood fires inside just knowing she is rebellious but I am undefeatable.

[The words ‘going up to Jesus’ are heard in the psalm, and Betty claps her ears suddenly and whines loudly. Abigail turns to walk to the door to go and see Betty. As she walks to the door, she reassures herself John will love her.]

I will convince him Elizabeth infected his soul and burnt his heart. It was the work of the devil. He has become weak- minded. He will come back to me. He senses my love for him and wants a piece of