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Letter from Mary Warren to Abigail Williams

What I think a letter between Mary and Abigail would’ve been like

Salem, Massachusetts

Abigail,

I write to thee with trembling hands, for my heart is torn asunder by the events that thou hast set in motion. I do not understand how thou can bear the weight of thy lies, Abigail. Each time I stand in that courtroom and look upon the faces of the accused, I feel my soul sink deeper into torment. Hath thou no pity for them, or for me?

Thou dost command us girls as though thou art our mistress, but I am no longer sure I can follow thee in this wicked game. The fear of the court binds my tongue, for I know what thou art capable of should I dare speak the truth. Yet, Abigail, I must ask thee—dost thou not feel the eyes of God upon us? Dost thou not fear His wrath for these false accusations?

I am a simple girl, Abigail. I know not the cunning thou dost wield, but I know this: the guilt eats at me. I cannot bear to condemn another soul to the gallows. Please, I beg thee, let us end this madness before it consumes us all.

Pray, answer me with honesty, if thy heart yet knows it.

Mary Warren

Letter from Abigail Williams to Mary Warren

Salem, Massachusetts

Mary,

Thy trembling words do betray thy weakness, and I am sorely disappointed in thee. How dare thou question me, who hath only sought to save this village from the Devil’s grip? Dost thou not see the greater purpose in what we do? The witches among us must be rooted out, or else we shall all be lost to darkness.

Thou speakest of guilt, but I see only cowardice in thee. Wouldst thou prefer to see me taken and accused? To see thyself burned at the stake? Make no mistake, Mary—if thou turnest on me, I will see that thou art destroyed before the court.

Remember well, it was not I who bewitched the village, but those who stand accused. Hath not the court seen the truth through our cries? Hath not God given us this power to reveal the wicked? Thy doubts are but the whispers of the Devil in thy ear. Cast them aside, Mary, lest thou lose thyself to sin.

I am thy friend, Mary, and I warn thee only for thy own good. Be strong, or thou shalt be devoured like the rest.

Abigail Williams