Crucible Apology Letter

December 18, 1698
Dear Elizabeth,
I know that as you are reading this right now, you are ready to counter and criticize everything I am about to say. But I beg you to open your heart and listen to what I have to say. I am not writing to defend myself or justify my actions; I only wish to apologize. I was stupid all those years ago, when I made John commit lechery. Then I sent all those people to their deaths, by my corrupt, childish vengeance. I find it hard every day to pull myself from my covers, and live with what I have done.
You have no need to punish me (though I do not blame you if it is your desire), I am already destined for Hell. No matter what I do, no matter how I change now, there is no way I can change what I did or who I was then. The demons of what I did, not only to you, John, and the townspeople, but my friends as well will haunt me for eternity. I twisted girls of a young age to become as demented as I was; how many of them will have further troubled lives because of what I did? I am still continually tormented by the extreme immaturity of my actions. I have affected so many people lives, all through one single temptation of the flesh.
I know you were angry at John, but if there was one favor I could ever ask, it is thus: Do not blame, or even be upset with John. The lechery was not even his doing! In actuality, I pressed him harder than he pressed me. I approached him and forced myself onto him, rather than the feeling being mutual. The entire ordeal was my fault, I beg for forgiveness, not for me, but for John. I lied, and by doing this I hurt someone I actually cared about.
I believe that what perhaps hurts me above all of this, is the fact that I abused a gift from God. God bestowed me with radiant beauty, a wonderful gift meant to bring joy to others, but instead I used it for personal gain. Oh how I will burn!
I do not deserve absolution for what I have done, but all I desire is that you know my sincerely apology.
Genuinely apologetic,
Abigail Williams

P.S. - I lied. Everything you just read was an out-right fallacy. I am happy that I got so many people involved; I am proud that I sent so many people to the gallows; I am exuberant that I was able to manipulate people with my beauty. Especially John. Oh, and I did not press him, he pressed me. He wanted it, he liked it. He told me that you were so frigid, he needed me! Do not think that this is the end, Elizabeth. Oh no, I have not yet finished my job. I got John, now it’s time to the rest of your family, starting with your children. See you again soon.