The Crucible Extra Credit POV Paper

Letter From Abigail Williams To Mercy Lewis

Dearest Mercy,

This past week has been the worst, as I am sure you can agree. Marry Warren almost blowing
our cover, if it were not for my quick thinking. Judge Danforth is such a fool to believe! You know, the
whole reason I am causing a scene is to get Goody Proctor killed so I can spend the rest of my life with
Mr. Proctor. Do you have any ideas for me to do so that I can get my John Proctor? Well, what is the use,
he came to this court a couple of days ago to try and get me in trouble for our witch hysteria. He has
known about our schemes from the beginning. Again, we almost were outed when John admitted to our
“unholy” relationship. That baster really does not like me anymore, but I want to be with him so bad.
But luckily, Goody Proctor tried to cover her husband’s butt in the court room. It helped our cause
immensely, because we were on the verge of being outed if it were not for her “love” for John. Ugh! I
hate even to say that; she can’t love him! I love him! Here is the bad news now, it seemed that he lied in
court, even though he was really telling the truth, and they accused him of witchcraft. He is sitting in the
prison as I write this. Mercy I ask you, what is left here for you in Salem? It is only a matter of time
before we all are caught and possibly killed? We can’t keep doing this forever! Now with John arrested
and unwilling to confess, he is bound to be hung. This is exactly the opposite of what I wanted to
happen: Goody Proctor lives and John dies? I don’t think there is anything left for me in my life here in
Salem, Mercy. With John surely going to die, I feel helpless and worthless. I believe it is in our best
interest to flee. There is still time! I can get the money from the strongbox that my Uncle Parris has, and
board a ship to Boston. In Boston, we can start life anew, but we may have to change our names. I think
that we should leave in the night, as it is our best chance of escaping. I shall tell my uncle that I am
staying at your house that night, and you tell your father that you will stay at my house, and we flee.
Nothing can stop us from leaving this misery of a life behind in blasted Salem, Massachusetts. Let’s plan
for this Monday night, a good 3 days before the hanging is scheduled, and we will meet at the place in
the woods we were caught dancing with Tituba just after sunset. No later! Don’t be late or I leave
without you.

Sincerely,

Abigail Williams