Running from Rope

Chapter 1

Hello! It is me, Grace, posting her very first story on wattpad! Well, not my first ever story, but my first story I've ever posted for other people to read... I hope you guys like it:)

Quick side note, if anyone is interested in making me a cover that'd be great:D

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Chapter 1

April 30th, 1692

“I watch as the girls masterfully twist

They scream, they yell, they throw their fits

But I know it’s a trick, it’s all a lie

Though they throw a good show I cannot deny

They came to her house, accused her of witchcraft

She put down her tea, and started to laugh

But then they started to drag her away

It started to rain. I remember the day.

The afflicted had screamed she pricked them at night

And their fathers said they all woke in a fright

But could they really say that she had sinned

Though the magistrate thought he had her pinned

So she was declared a witch, and to be hanged

And in the pit of my stomach, I felt a pang

Of sadness yes, but mostly guilt

For it ‘twas my fault she was to killed

I had gone straight up to the Afflicted’s faces

And told them I despised their ideas, and their tastes

I told them I knew the fits had been fake

They told me their vengeance I would soon taste

Then later that day, they took her away

And wouldn’t give up no matter what I did say

So in the same day, they strung her up

And I did my best to try to act tough

But I did end up, breaking down

I cried many tears, without a sound

I glared through my tears at the Putnam girls

And saw their mouths turn up in a curl

Those stupid, ugly, mean girls had killed-“

I couldn’t bring myself to put down the last words “My Mother”. My hands were shaking too much. “Abigal!” Aunt Katharine yelled. “’Tis time for church!” I jumped. Startled and looked out my window. The sun had risen in the time it took to write such a short poem. I sat there, looking it over and criticizing it mentally until I heard my Aunt yell again. “Abigal! Get up this instant or I am coming there myself!” I sighed, leaving the poem where it was, and ran out the door grabbing my jacket along the way.

I stared out the church window, and watched as the big fat raindrops hit it almost hypnotically. I saw a moth land on the window, probably looking for shelter from the rain. Poor little thing. I glanced to my left, and saw my Aunt Katharine nearly asleep in her seat. She had brown hair, about shoulder length and I knew behind her glasses and closed lids her eyes were a bright green. I looked to my right and Victor met my gaze. His brown eyes were dull, unlike his greasy, shiny hair. I quickly looked away, though not before I saw him walking over to my spot on the bench.