IMPURITIES— Chapter One, Burn The Witch. Series summary: “God, what is wrong with me?” You think, this is not normal, the way her face has taken over your thoughts and how her hands don’t go away even after numerous showers. After arriving at the Bueckers household, far away from the grotesque acts happening in your hometown, the oldest sibling from the household has taken a noticeable interest in you. Chapter summary: Five girls, Betty Parris, Abigail Williams, Ann Putnam Jr. ,Elizabeth Hubbard, Mary Walcott started presenting weird symptoms, all pointed against three local women. How can you escape this nightmare? Series Masterlist — Pairing: P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader Warnings: Mentions of masturbating and witchcraft, religious guilt, SET IN 1692, A LOT of religious stuff and beliefs, language. WC: 1K (short, ik)
“Oh, Lucy, they say it’s witchcraft,” Mrs Parris whispered, that made you stop scrubbing the floor, placing down quietly the bucket filled with water and stretching your legs to peek outside the doorframe. Mrs Parris was gripping tightly into her handkerchief, whipping her endless tears. “How could this happened?” Your mother had a desperate tone, something was awfully wrong. “Oh it was that awful woman, Tituba! I knew she was up to no good,” Mrs Parris chocked desperately her shaking hands taking within them the tea your mother had prepared her. Your chores were long forgotten, but the chilly air from the wide open window slipping past your still wet hands made you react instantly. Gossiping, that’s what you have been doing lately, how could you not? It’s impossible to ignore the event’s unraveling in this village, hopefully mother won’t found out that you have been listening to her grown adults conversations.
You indeed have noticed more women entering the local church, whatever is happening here is definitely scaring them, however, the circumstances going down aren’t an excuse to you committing a sinful sin, spreading illness about others, not only have you been gossiping but also… inappropriately touching yourself at night, that makes you feel more guilty and dirty, not bringing yourself to be emotionally strong to open your eyes and see the cross hanged across your bed, your mind filled with lustful words and imagination. God, living alone with your strict mom and dad didn’t help either, but you couldn’t stop either, it felt so good, the way you worked your fingers around that specific area and bite down the drunken moans into the sheets, shit—no, stop thinking that! You cursed yourself, feeling the only familiar ache between your legs.
The bucket laid on the floor long forgotten, the chores were the only thing keeping your mind busy off the rest of the world, well, communication isn’t a thing here yet but the voice spread faster than the wind itself. “I can’t imagine someone framing my daughter,” your mother said low. “I want her far away from here!” she babbled, desperately. “Now, Lucy. You don’t mean that,” Mrs Parris laughed gently, trying to lighten up the room filled with dense air.
If your mother didn’t want you here anymore.. then, what she would do? I mean, definitely not killed her own daughter or maybe send you away?— “I need to send her away.” She confessed, Mrs Parris mouth gapped but nothing came out, she blinked multiple times before adjusting her posture. “Um, well.. whatever you think is the best for her,” Mrs Parris sighed, she knew your mother, a ruthless woman, no one could change her mind, not even her mother or husband.
Mrs Parris choked her tea down before building up the courage to speak again. “I know someone, I- um, they live in Connecticut. Looking for a maid, I heard,” Ms Parris muttered, her hands shaking softly while grabbing the spoon your mother had offered her, grabbing a honest amount of sugar before placing it inside the tea, dissolving it. “I beg you, Lilia, tell me where to sign her up too,” no—she had to be joking, but the seriousness and desperation in her voice rattled out her nerves. Was it your attitude? Maybe you weren’t prying hard enough, that’s it!
Your body moved faster then your mind, drying your hands out on your handkerchief, kicking the bucket while messily pushing pass the different cleaning supply on the floor. “Sweetie— where are you going!?” Your mother screamed in desperation, her eyes wide open following you after you abruptly came out of your room. “To church! I will be back soon,” you explained gripping the doorknob. “What?- no it’s to late, you can go tomorrow morning,” she refused, but you couldn’t risk any more time.
“Forgive me father, I have sinned,” you whisper, the words felt like heavy rocks pressing against your tongue, not wanting to come out. “What has happened, child?” He whispered back, his eyes were soft and glossy, probably after hours of prying and hearing others people disgraces but there wasn't a spark of judgement visible in them.
Where do you start? The gossiping? Your constant laziness? Maybe the part where your hand lingers down your underwear?
You only tell him the two first parts, you actually thought of telling him the last part before regretting it. Now, you kneel down in front of your savior, his head is looking down upon you and the other sinners regretting their decisions, all prying away the guilt, hoping to never lose that sense of guilt in their hearts, guilt is what makes us live, guilt is what we live for, guilt is the feeling that never goes away.
The church is now empty, the nuns started cleaning up anything left behind, especially the sins, to make this place once again pure. Their stares poke holes into your back, you have been praying for what felt like days, even one of them joined you, not before begging you to go back to your home.
You don’t understand how much hatred could fit inside someone’s heart, it’s been minutes since you stopped praying and just leaned you head on your closed palms. Mary Williams had been sent away last summer, her parents haven’t heard anything from her since winter. Did your mother really want that for you? Or she couldn’t stand the fact you haven’t even married yet. You look up to the statue, your second mother, Mary, was prying alongside her son’s body, carved into a cross for eternity. The pain you feel is nothing compared to what Mary felt that day, or what Jesus endured to help his people and bring peace to Jerusalem, so whatever is happening to you right now, is the plan that God has planned and created only for you, you can’t do anything against his word and whatever he has planned for you, you know it is going to be for your own good and you need to lean back and accept it, like a good girl with faith will do.
