Unfamiliarity. That's the feeling I get from this place- I don't know where I am.. nor do I know who I am, exactly. Whilst looking through a nearby closet, I did find an ID that matches my looks. As slim as chances are this is true, I can't help but keep thinking that ID somehow belongs to a twin of mine. It's hard to believe that, according to the ID, my name was Betty Parris all my life and all of the sudden I don't remember a thing.
DONG.
DONG.
DONG.
A bell. A church bell. Some alarm of sorts? That's a possibility. I shoved the ID in my pocket, feeling comfortable knowing that my name might as well be Betty. I found a door, and walked out. So it must've been my home after all..
"John Proctor has been murdered!There is a killer in this town!"
"His body was doused in gas and then he was burned alive!"
"It's the work of an arsonist!"
"Oh no, what if he's with the mafia!"
To my left, to my right, there were worried people squirming frantically, shouting and screaming about the death of a man named John Proctor. These must be.. townspeople? My fellow neighbors? And the one named John Proctor died. I wonder if I knew him..
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Death. Deception. Desire.
FanfictionTown of Salem Fanfiction. Betty Parris has no idea where she is or who she used to be- only that she is suffering from amnesia. Struggling to remember who she is, murders begin in Salem. Samuel Sewall, who claims to be the town doctor, wants noth...
