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Beware of the Depths of my Soul (written at age 13)

Here’s your warning now: For those faint of heart, run. Run as if Lucifer is after you. Run as if his whole dimension is going to do the worst things possible if they catch you. Run, just run and don’t you dare look back. If you can’t, then oh well let me say this for you so I don’t have to say it later: I told you so!

First, I feel that before I begin, I must tell you, my friends, a bit about me. I have black hair and hazel eyes. My name’s Scarlet Nurse, I’m a distant cousin to Rebecca Nurse and I’m an only child. I’m short named Scar by my friends, what little of them I have. My dad is a part time farmer and part time blacksmith. The reason that is is the fact that he wants my mom and I to always have food, clothes, and a roof over our heads always. I only see him once a week unless I help him out at the forge and about an hour before bedtime. Even though it’s improper, Father always taught me things girls aren't supposed to know like blacksmithing, farming, how to fight, and how to depend only on my self among other things. Mother taught me how to be a proper girl, but I prefer working with Father and wearing breeches. Many a times I wish that I was born a boy, then we wouldn't have such a fuss when I cut my hair and wore boy clothes. Due to that fact that I like acting like a boy, I’m very lonely. Other girls think that I’m a freak while some of them add that I’m a witch, too. Very few boys actually like being my friend and don’t try to run when I’m near. Some times I wish that I was a normal girl like them. Now that you know me a bit, let’s begin the tale of how I met Susan English along with the gutter rats in little girls clothes.

I was 14 when we had to move to Salem Village, Massachusetts from James- town,Virginia. We rode there by cart so we didn’t hear the news. All we knew was that if we didn’t move, I would be hanged for one lie or another. The reason was quite clear earlier when I talked about how little friends I had. As we turned the corner the three of us saw…………

Actually, I think it would be more interesting if I told it as if it was happening to me right now….

June 10, 1692

Smiling from the joke Father had shared, I looked around my new village. I hope these people don’t mind me in breeches. I want to actually have friends and to not be an out cast. When we turned the corner, I spotted a crowd gathering, stopping us from moving on. I hopped out of the cart and went to see what was going on. Soon enough, I got to the front of the crowd. What I saw dropped the smile from my face like the life draining from an animal’s eyes as soon as it was shot dead. These horrid people was standing here watching a young, innocent girl so full of life get prepared to hang like a common criminal. I wanted to shout at these ****** that this isn’t the theater and they shouldn’t treat it like one! I am so mad that I didn’t hear any thing but I saw them slip the noose around her neck (I wince at that because I know what it’s like to wear a noose like a necklace, but I survived the ordeals unlike the girl) and yank the ground beneath her from her. I watch the face go paler than a vampire, eyes deader than a zombie, and hear a crack then a snap as the bones in her neck server from her body. It was so horrid that you wouldn’t understand. No one would unless you were there. I gasped and choked on my scream.

As fast as my long legs could carry me, I ran to my parents and sobbed. No person deserves to die such an unnatural death. My empathy goes out to her.

Soon enough, but not fast enough for me, we get to our new house. Finally, I could talk. I told them all that I saw. They were scared too. Father wanted to move right away, but most of our money was spent on food, the blacksmith’s shop, and the house. We couldn’t move. The next day, I went to visit Rebecca Nurse. I brought treats that I made before bed last night. Her kind smiling face appeared when I knocked.

“Hello my darling Rose-Red. (She calls me that due to the fact that I’m like a rose and that my name is another word for red.) Would you like to come in?” Her voice was kind and soothing. So much so that my fears and worries slip away.