Teenage Wasteland

I don't need to fight...to prove I'm right...I don't need to be forgiven

"Rebecca"
Rating: PG-13

I could the smoke begin to fill my lungs. It was getting difficult to breathe. I gasped for air but all I got was a mouthful of black smoke. The townspeople just stared at me like it was a spectacular show. Tears streamed down my face but no one seemed to care. They wanted me to die. The fire started to rise. I could feel it on my feet. They were burning! The smell of burnt flesh entered my nostrils and became nauseating. I wanted to scream but no sound would come out! Horrible pain surged through my entire body. The fire spread upwards, consuming my flesh and bones as it rose. I was already blind from the smoke. My mind was losing all sanity. I muttered a prayer, begging the Lord for mercy. I wished to die right away rather than suffer this cruel fate dealt by people I thought were my friends. All I heard as the fire ravaged my body was, "Witch! Witch! Witch!"

"Rebecca! Rebecca Nurse! Your time has come!"

I awoke smothered in sweat, staring at the face of the person who would lead me to my fate, Mrs. Ann Putnam. I stood up, dressed, was taken in shackles to the town hall.

I was driven in an open cart hauled by two horses. Everyone was already gathered on the streets ready to jeer, laugh, and spit at me. "Witch!" someone yelled as they threw an apple at me, which hit me right on the jaw. We finally arrived at Gallows Hill where all witches are hung.

Suddenly, Goody Hobbs ran up to the platform and started shouting hexes at the audience. I had forgotten about the other three women that were with me. Poor Goody Hobbs, she is making it worse for everyone. Two men grabbed her and placed the noose around her neck. When she was secure they removed the base and she hung to her death. Oh God, what have they done? They've become murderers with no reason.

Next it would be my turn. My knees were shaking. My heart was hammering in my chest. They pulled me from the cart and put me on the platform. I pleaded for mercy once more. Some yelled obscenities, others quietly supported me. I could see the pity in their eyes. Why couldn't they just stop this nonsense? They knew this was wrong, but those girls...they insisted I cursed them. How? Why? I would never do that. I am a good Christian woman.

I felt the thick rope slipping around my neck. Hot tears burned my face. The base was removed. The rope tightened, my throat was in terrible pain. My lungs were ready to burst from lack of oxygen. I could no longer feel my legs or arms. Two minutes later....

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