Personal Narrative Essay On The Crucible

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It has been a couple days since I sent Abigail the letter and yet I still have not gone to meet with her. I can not bring myself to look at her and talk to her face to face. I am confused and do not know how to approach her. I do not want to be like the others and fall into her trap. I also don't want Elizabeth dying because of me so I plan on going tonight to her window to talk to her and convince her to stop this madness. Last night I went to meet Abigail. I walked over to her home with a lantern in hopes that she would be reasonable. I walked with my lantern because it was so dark and I could not see a single thing. Once I got there I felt a chill and could not help but want to turn around and go back home. I kept telling myself that I could do this and this is for Elizabeth so I must do this. I picked up a handful of pebbles not too big not too…show more content…
I stood there while I waited for movement wondering what will I say what will I do. As all these thoughts were running through my mind, I heard her recognizable footsteps coming down to meet me. She said with her gentle voice the voice that once was near and dear to me “How do you come?” At that time, I could not help but want to go back to the Abigail I once knew the Abigail I dreamt of for nights. She asked me to come closer and I did as my heart fluttered and my mind told me that I am a fool. As we stood close together we talked and after a while my heart sank and I finally realized and saw her madness. I realized this when she started talking about Elizabeth and all the others who stabbed and are still stabbing her I could not believe how mad she was. She talked like she truly believed she was being bewitched and stabbed. She showed me her legs and the scars on them trying to prove her sanity. Who was this thing I was talking to she was no longer a girl but a mad woman whose only goal is to murder innocent people. I could not stand there as if nothing was wrong and I tried to

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