Author's Note: I'm not sure how accurate this is. I wanted to capture the thoughts of a young woman who was a victim of the Salem Witch Trials of 1692. Events are actual events that happened. The two main characters are not historical figures.

Betray My Heart

~A Story about the Salem Witch Trials~

I opened my eyes to the light. I didn't even remember falling asleep. It's kind of funny how those things work.

"Arabella," a voice hissed to me.

I looked at the light and could faintly make out a figure behind it.

"You are coming with me," the voice commanded as he pulled me roughly to my feet.

I kicked him and he let out a grunt. I turned to run, but he caught me by the arm. I tried to kick him again, but he caught my leg and pulled me down the ground.

"Do you have a death wish?" he hissed at me as he pulled his hood down.

"James, what are you doing here?" I snapped.

"Saving your life," he said as he pulled me to my feet.

"Maybe I don't want to go with you," I fired back, eyeing him.

James just shook his head. "Your only other option is to go to the hangman and we all know you don't want that."

I just glared at him, but I didn't say he was right. I didn't want to die anymore than I wanted to go back into that jail cell. I really didn't want to be here with James either. I could not allow myself to forgive him for what he did to me. Did he even realize how much pain and suffering he had caused me? Did he even really care?

James lead me down the hall and out of the jail.

"Where is everyone?" I asked looking around. I knew that they was no way that it could be that easy.

James looked nervously around. "Um, they had to...um, they are no longer..." He paused and looked around. "Let's not talk about that here."

I eyed him. "James, what did you do?"

James pulled me onto a wagon and threw a blanket over me. "Let's just say they wouldn't be any problem to use today."

I frowned as darkness over took me. I knew that I was probably on the run with a wanted man now. Great, two criminals together. This was just going to make everything look so lovely.

I felt the wagon move forward. I don't know how long we drove before James stopped, but it seemed like forever. James did not take the nicest roads and I felt each and every bump. We was going to have to have a chat about that.

The blanket rose up and James's face appeared. He held out his hand to me. I took it and allowed him to pull me out of the wagon.

"We can stay there for the night," James said, pointing to a clump of trees to his right. "No one would look for us there."

I nodded.

He turned and started walking. I slowly followed him. I still wasn't sure about him yet. He could still do so much harm to me. We slowly made out way along the road. James was pulling the wagon along behind him. I stared at him.

James stopped inside the trees. "We probably should go in as far as possible."

"Okay." I took a step in and brushed past him.

"Arabella," James said.

I turned and looked at him. "What?"

"This is only going to work if we both just get along," he said slowly.

"We are getting along," I answered, walking forward.

I heard James move. "That's not what I mean."

"I meant what I said."

I heard James sigh, but he followed me without saying a word.

We walked in silence, but it was welcomed. I was not in the mood to put up with James.

I kept looking at him out my eye. We were different, but, yet, we were the same.

The elements of this earth balanced each other out. They cancelled each other. Together they can cause grave damage. Together they can heal the earth.

Fire had a deadly bite, but it could also be a beautiful thing. Fierce it refuses to back down. It burned its way across the lands leaving a blacken world. In this blackened world, new wonderful life was born from the ashes. It feed the earth, leaving it healthier than ever before.

Water, what can be wrong with water? Water kept the earth alive. It made everything green. Nothing can live without water. Sometimes water gets out of control. It came out of its banks in a rolling wave. It swooped down on towns killing thousands.

Fire and water are both good and evil.

Together they created vapour. Vapour erased things. When it cleared, the world looked so much brighter.

When it cleared, all was well.

I really didn't think James and I could put away our differences, but we were in this mess together. As we walked in silence, I knew that we were together, but at the same time, not together.

James pointed to a pair of low lying trees. "We can sleep there."

I nodded. "Yeah, looks good."

"I brought food," James said as we settled down.

"Good."
James handed me dried meat and an apple. "It's not much, but I figured it was better than jail food."

I took a bite of meat. "You were right about that one."

James nodded. "Good."

We fell back into silence.

Source:

The Crucible by Arthur Miller