At that time, my name was Abigail Williams. I was seventeen years old and unmarried. I was living with my uncle, Reverend Parris.
I used to work as a servant for John Proctor and Goody--Elizabeth Proctor, yes, they were married. When I was there, Elizabeth was sick because of some illness. John did not spend a whole lot time with her as he supposed to, and she did not spend a whole lot time with him as she supposed. They were not as close and stick together as they supposed to. I was not sure of how it started, probably just eyes met, probably just a few seconds, we, me and John, created an adultery. Unfortunately, Elizabeth found it out. No wonder, she did not hesitate even a minute to fired me. I had to left that house, the house of my lover, John Proctor, because of her, Elizabeth Proctor.
I then realized of how it would be so different if only John chose me instead of Elizabeth. I was imagining of myself being with John. Everyone would look at me as such a prideful woman, a good name girl who luckily got to married a good name man. I would never have to be anyone's servant again. I would be the one who stands out up on the top of other girls, on the top of the social ladder. I, who doesn't play any role in this society, would be the main stream of whatever rumors I tell. I would be an important speaker who others do not dare to deal with. How wonderful would that be to have such an opportunity to get rid of whoever I want? That Elizabeth who has always been blackening my name will no more have an awe over me. My rights, my power, and my lover, I would have them all. Just thinking about it made me shivering with excitement.
But how could I have them if Elizabeth Proctor was still there, on the bed next to John? Didn't I need to pull her down, so I could take over her place?
