In the clouds..(Salem Witch Trials)

From the clouds, I can see everything. The women, children, and infants piled into the jail cells I once occupied. Just a few days ago, me and several others filed out of the jail house toward the gallows. This is why I'm in the clouds...

The shaking, the crying, and the spit is how it started. She's a witch, is what they said. The neighbor was, and then her sister. It was a chain. One witch took over you, then you took over someone else. It was horrible. When I was accused of being a witch, I denied it. I was scared, furiated, and hurt. How could I be a witch, when I didn't even know?

My eyes stung as I sat on the floor of the jail cell. I stared. All these people I had grown up around. They were good, faithfully religious people. A blood curtling scream caught raised my attention to an object flying around the room. Was I going crazy!? I squeezed my eyes tightly, tears over spilling, so I would lose these thoughts. The warden came then, and I was escorted to the court house. My family, neigbors, friends, and foes gathered into the tiny room. I sat at the very front. When they asked me if I was a witch, I thought about it thoroughly. If I said no, I would die for lying, but I had learned that if you said yes, they would keep you around for the witch hunt. As I was contemplating, their questions came at me like a hundred burning arrows, stabbing into my body. The sounds of their voices blurred together, the stomping of feet, the cry of women, the tears. My adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I finally said, "No, I'm not a witch." The room was filled with people, acting as hornets. Screaming, throwing things, being absolute animals. I was then led out of the court house along with four other people. Down to the gallows. I stood there with pride, knowing I hadn't lied. I was going to Heaven, and if only I knew it, so be it. As they dropped the latch for the floor to fall, I closed my eyes and floated into the clouds...