Power

Danforth: Is it possible, child, that you have seen are illusion only, some deception ¬¬that may cross you mind when –
Abigail: Why, this – this – is a base question, sir.
Danforth: Child, I would have you consider it –
Abigail: I have been hurt, Mr. Danforth; I have seen my blood runnin’ out! I have been near to murdered every day because I done my duty pointing out the Devil’s people – and this is my reward? To be mistrusted, denied, questioned like a –
I know that he was right. It is true that there were not any spirits. The thing is, though, since this whole witch thing started, people have been listening to me. All people, not just the ones who are younger than me or the ones who scare easy. All people. Even the adults. A few weeks ago, I was just a child in their eyes. Now, they do what I say. If I say, “She is a witch. Put her in the jail.” They put her in the jail. They do not know that we are lying, so we can call anyone a witch. Anyone we want. And they believe us. We have never had this power before. I am a child. I am single, and in Salem village that is bad. And I want to keep this power. I guess that is why I did not admit the lie when Danforth asked. Our fun would have stopped. But I think I have them convinced.