Their Final Meeting...

Sunrise is what I see through the bars of the window in my cell, then a faint sound of keys followed by the jail door opening with a loud un-oiled squeak. “GET UP!” shouts the guard and then pulls me up onto my feet and forces me to walk straight even though the shackles reduce that effort. Fresh air, I sense beyond the wooden door leading outside. The guard swings open the door and there was Elizabeth looking amazing as if this was the day we met. I was embarrassed because of the fact I had not bathed in weeks , dry blood all over my body thanks to the torturing I had endured , and soaked clothes since there was a severe leak in the cell from the roof. At my surprise that did not phase her. You would think we were going to make love by the way we lusted for each other. I asked her how she was feeling then followed that with a question about the kids.

“Are you ready to confess Proctor?” announced Danforth. I was about to reply when Elizabeth stopped me and demanded to speak to me privately. “Are you sure about this John?” she said “I must do what I have to that’s best for my family and friends” I forced myself to say. We paused then kissed like we just stated our “I do’s”. “Danforth I am ready to confess” he quick got the papers drawn and gave me a pen to sign the confession he even dabbed it in the ink for me as if he has been waiting to prove it was me his whole life. I signed it even though Martha and Rebecca were shouting “don’t sell your soul John Proctor you are better then this”. I now realize this was the single most biggest mistake I have even made. “Give in here Proctor” Danforth insisted. “What is the purpose of taking my pride along with my dignity Danforth?”. Is not one of those good enough for him. I have confessed what else does he need from me? I proceeded to rip the paper into small pieces and Elizabeth know from the point what I was doing , and from the corner of my eye I could see a sigh of relieve come over Martha and Rebecca. “ARE YOU MAD?!” a voice yelled at me ,and I just felt so happy all I could do was smile and proceed onto the wagon that was to take me to my death. During the almost never ending journey as so it seemed to the Gallows I could see peoples faces that were in amazement that I was on bored the wagon. I felt as in I was a gladiator that just defeated the lion in the Coliseum the way people were hollering and shouting then I seen the ropes fitted for all three of us and realized that this was it and there is no turning back from this point but I was not the littlest but regretful of my choice so I put my chin out in pride that I was going out like a champion and not a no good traitor. My head was placed into the noose and my feet just barely touched the cracking , weathered wood below me.

Rebecca started her prares as did Martha and not long after I was right along with them in chanting stride.so loud that I didn’t here them coming behind Rebecca and I had my eyes locked on her husband and I seen a part of him die the second the guards hand touched her back then when he burst into tears and started to fall I knew she was gone and I was one step closer to death. Then I felt a tug on my rope when Martha was pushed off the stand and this was no it. Its almost as if the world stopped and I could weave my way threw my past and re-look every single moment from birth till this very instant. I looked out to the crowd of people and all their face began to turn into my children’s faces the really fast every thing came back to normal and I felt fingertips touch my back then more of the finger then the whole palm and my heals began to lift then before I knew it my toes were pealing off one by one then.. then.. th-e-n... .. FIN.

Allthough its all over if I had a chance to do it again I couldn’t pick a better outcome I wouldn’t change a thing god knows I was not a which that is why I am where I am now and not in the other place that the rest are damned to. GOODBYE