Act 4

Dear Journal,

This is such a sad ending, but I had to do what needed to be done. Reverend Hale thought I didn't confess, only for my pride, but this isn't entirely true. I had to do what was right for me and my family. Those black dogs were trying to blacken my name! I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let my sons grow up knowing that their own father sold out his friends for his own satisfaction. I also, needed my dear Elizabeth's forgiveness, that's all I've ever wanted ever since I committed adultery. Knowing that she forgives me and knows that I did the right thing, warms my heart. That little whore, Abigail definitely wasn't going to take that away from me. I did what was right, not only for myself and my family, but for God Himself. God damns all liars and who am I to disappoint Him? Aye, I could've easily confessed and saved my life, but then again, would I really be saving my life? If I would've confessed to witchcraft, I would've walked around town knowing what a lie I've told and everyone would know me as a witch. I've worked too hard for my name to be replaced and labeled as "witch." What is a man without his name? That's all a man truly owns all to himself and no one was going to take that away from me. Aye, I ripped that paper to pieces, for I knew it was all a lie. I believe I've finally found some goodness in myself for not confessing. They will all pay for the innocent lives they've taken. This town will never forget John Proctor, never.