No.....those memories weren't nightmares....this is my reality...

Remembering the all the memories that lead her to this present moment, the frightened woman realized that tears were running down her thin cheeks. Her body was tied against the cross, paralyzed, preventing her to wipe away those tears and had stolen her chance of running away.

The townspeople continued to shout, scream, and shriek for her execution. Men had surrounded her as they started a fire near her. Her heartbeat was pounding from the terror and fear that she undeniably felt.

            Inhale. Drop. Exhale. Drop. Inhale. Drop. Breathe. Breathe. Heart continue beating....

Her heartbeat quicken it's pounding at the sight of the fire growing bigger and bigger. Knowing that soon....this fire will steal her living existence away.

In the dark corner of her mind, she knows the fact that she will die here. That she will be forgotten in history. She knows the fact that all of her hiding and resistance was rendered useless.

Deep within her soul...she accepts the fact that her death is her only hope of escaping from all of this madness of this cursed town of Salem.