Dear Diary, I can not stand to bare the guilt anymore! Each and everyday, I am worried that someone will figure out the truth, of the devious murder, that my husband Macbeth and I have committed. I was fine with what we have done, but now, my conscience has finally caught up with me. At night, I cannot sleep either. When I close my eyes, my mind keeps recapturing the moment, when the ungrateful deed has been committed. I can still remember the feel and smell of King Duncan’s blood on my hands, and no matter how much I scrub my hands with soap, the stain still remains. Also, the massive amount of perfume I put on my hands the smell of blood is still there. I can’t sleep peacefully and I can’t stay awake peacefully. I would rather be dead and rest in peace, instead of dying emotionally. This is how my husband probably felt, after he killed his grateful King Duncan. I didn’t commit the crime, and yet I feel two times guiltier than my husband. I don’t understand on how, I told Macbeth to murder King Duncan. King Duncan resembled my father and yet I convinced him into doing it? But why did I do it? Because of the three witches prophecies! If I did not know about the hags, I wouldn’t have ever convinced my husband! Since, the witches stated that my husband will become KING, I wanted to see him become king as soon as possible! Which wife wouldn’t want the best for her husband? My ill mannered decision of receiving this position is what has brought me to this deep depression. Or else we would have lived happily ever after and been guilt free. I only convinced him to do one murder, and it was for his own good. But he goes on killing his best friend Banquo and Lady Macduff and her children. What did they do to him? As I recall nothing at all and they receive this? What have I done! I created a monster! Oh lord! I can not stand this anymore!!!
For taking another’s life, I don’t deserve to live at all.
By: Paviya N.
