The darkest hour

Unapologetically Cruel

Salem MA 1692 june 19th,
Ive never been the courages type. My mother, zinya brooks on the other hand has always been the star of the family, that was until April 10th when Elizabeth Hubbard was quick to accuse her of witchcraft. Well she wasn't wrong.
"Perry!"
I turned sharply
"Sorry i didn't mean to scare you!"
In a world of nothing but self pity and ignorance, nothing could scare me.
"Uh perry??"
"Oh! Um hi lori!"
The words jumbled in my mouth. Lorraine Marsh, the most peculiar girl I've met. And yet her family is perfectly protected.
Everything went dark the smell of dirt teased my nose.
"Perry! Are you alright?"
Muffled voices filled my ears. But the words were to familar for me to not recognize.
"Witch!"
"Perenelle Violetta is a witch!"
Unbearable ringing filled my ears and light shone through my eyelids like thick smoke. My body was senseless. Like every cell in my body had shut off. The dirt smell grew stronger and before I knew it the light faded leaving an empty sensation in my body.
I jolted upwards. The air pushed against me beckoning me to sink back into my slumber. The air was warm and calming. Though my heart continued to race, I was no longer deprived of my senses. My body ached and felt like fire being contained in an oxygen less container. Confused, scared, and alone.
"Lord help me" i groaned
I quickly got up and dressed. The dreams I kept having were always so simple yet the complexity of it I couldn't quite understand.
"Perenelle?"A girl
"COMING!!!" I yelled back
I swung the door open. Standing there was a small girl, Ann Putnam. A wave of nerves ruched over me.
"Hello," I paused "Ms. Putnam, is there a reason your here?" I said politely
"You're needed at gallows hill. The witch, Victoria Aldett, has been tried and caught. Guilty. The hanging ceremony will start soon. Be there." Ann said strictly and proudly.
"Of course. I will attend at once" I said with a smile plastered across my face.
"I expect to see you there. Good day,"Ann said.
"Good bye," I said and lightly shut the door.
The rage swallowed me as I heard the click of the door. Tears streamed down my cheeks as all the drapes in my house shut. Every item in the room violently shook. A vase dropped and shattered across the floor. Victoria Aldett, the girl who I hung out with my whole childhood the only girl who truly understood me. After all nobody understands me. Every other person I speak to isn't an witch.
I quickly opened the door to reveal the very threshold where I cried to Victoria. The day my mother was hanged. It hasn't been an easy year for my coven.