My first original fanfic, besides poetry. I wrote this for English class, but I want all the constructive criticism I can possibly get. PLEASE REVIEW!

I am innocent. I swear I am. Witches do not exist, I know this. However, fear does exist and, in small towns like this, it can easily prevail over reason. I am innocent. I swear I am. But there's no point in saying it. No one believes me. I'll die on the gallows at sunrise. I only have a few hours to live. But I'm innocent… I'm innocent.

Two weeks ago, I found out about Milo and the baker's daughter. Milo is my husband. You see, we never really loved each other… it's just that when I learned that a child was growing inside me, we had to get married. I was young… foolish. When I think of that girl, Paige (she's the baker's daughter), I can't help but think, "that's me."

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised… and I wasn't really about Paige, but I never imagined he would go so far as to do this.

Witch? When have I ever been anything other than a devoted Christian wife? Witch, indeed! I have never even seen a burning or hanging. I've never wanted to see innocents die at the hands of superstition, but now I shall be that innocent.

They used that against me at the trial, "Didn't want to see her own kind perish." I am not guilty.

Two days ago, the baker himself found out about Milo and Paige. I think he would have killed Milo if a group of villagers had not dragged him away.

Of course, Milo was not about to take the consequences of his actions without a fight. He has always been like that. So, when he had an idea, he decided to take it.

He was going to accuse someone of putting a spell on him, which would save him but damn someone else. Unfortunately, I chose that night to confront him about Paige. We exchanged words.

Yesterday morning, I was awakened by the sound of pounding on the door. When I opened it, several pairs of hands grabbed me and pulled me out of the house.

No one told me anything and they wouldn't answer my questions. I was taken to the courthouse, where they announced that I had been accused of witchcraft. I had never been more surprised in my life.

They stripped the dress off my back. I saw a man come forward with a long, sharp, metal pin. Two other men held me down while he pricked my on my back, searching for a spot that wouldn't bleed. The pain was excruciating, and my back was scarlet before he finally announced his triumph and the claim that I was a witch was confirmed. I cried, but not from the pain. Sitting in front of me was Milo, his eyes averting mine, systematically glancing over at the young Paige, who was smiling at me with triumph in her eyes.

The judge announced that I was to be taken to a cell and, in the morning, I am to die. Milo knew what he'd done, but so did Paige, even if she is a mere girl.

The first rays of dawn are streaming through the cell's only window. I hear sounds outside as a crowd gathers to witness an execution. They're coming for me. The gallows are waiting. I am innocent.

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT.