Journal #8

Dear Journal,

It’s time. It’s time for me to pay for everything I have caused. I need to pay for all the pain and suffering that has been because of my stupid need to be Queen. My mind in going crazy!! I can barely function. To be honest, I don’t know how I am even capable of writing this.

I am a mess. My doctors keep talking about me sleepwalking and such, but I don’t even respond. I just want everything to go away. I JUST WANT THE BLOOD OFF MY HANDS! It won’t come off...I can smell the blood, constantly. I think it is time for me to go. I wish it was to heaven...but it will be hell. I am going to kill myself tonight. . Goodbye world, I will never see you again.

Goodbye!

~Lady M.

Journal #7

Dear Journal,

Everything is changing. My husband is a horrid man. He is drinking his sorrows away. I...I don’t know what to do with my life anymore. I cannot eat or sleep, I barely think. Every time I try to do something normal I just think of all the innocent people we killed that cannot do those things anymore. I have changed so much in the past few months. My lust for power is gone; all I want is to be at peace with everyone. I wish I could take everything back.

I am so sorry!

~Lady M.

Journal #6

Dear Journal,

I have very little time to talk. Macbeth is going insane. He is killing and killing, with no remorse. I cannot take it anymore. I keep thinking of all of the lives he has taken, and how I started all of this. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing myself.

Anyways, I actually wanted to tell you something else. My husband and I have realized that Macduff has seemed rather suspicious of us; asking about Duncan and such. We think he may know!! Journal this is horrible, I am already starting to go crazy with guilt, if someone found out...I don’t even know what I would do.

I’ll keep you posted,

~Lady M.

Journal #5

Dear Journal,

Banquo is dead. Unfortunately, his little Fleance escaped but, oh well, our men will find him. Journal I have a little story to tell you, it is about last night. Macbeth and I hosted a dinner party. It was a lavish meal, quite fun I must say. Until, suddenly, Macbeth went insane. He started screaming at, what he believed to be, Banquo. He was pointing and yelling with horror at the dinner table. Journal, I think he imagined Banquo was there.

                            

He is starting to lose his mind a bit. Imagining a dead man at a party, who does that? I was so embarrassed; I covered it up as best as I could but all my guests knew something was wrong.

I am afraid all of the killing is getting too much for Macbeth to handle. Hopefully, it will get better soon!

~Lady M.

Journal #4

Dear Journal,

 Another death may be around the corner. Those filthy witches who prophesized my husband to be Thane of Cawdor were accurate. This must mean that their prophecy of Banquo’s son becoming king will happen. We cannot have that now can we...

My Husband is already on it I believe. Fleance cannot be allowed to live if he is to get in the way of my, I mean our, royalty. Although journal, I have a secret to tell you, lately I have not been feeling too great. I feel my humanity slipping away. Listen to what I just said! Plotting to murder and innocent child, how can I do that?

I am fearful that once Macbeth and I are Queen, will not be worthy of it. As much as I crave the power, we are corrupting the entire country. I must go journal, and try and sleep. I have been having trouble with that lately.

~Lady M.

Journal #3

Dear Journal,

It is done! Late the other night I drugged the servants and stole their daggers from them. I gave them to Macbeth and he used them to kill Duncan! After, we placed them back with the servants and put blood all over them. No one will suspect us...it seems so clear that it is the servants.

Macbeth is putting up a rather good act, seeming as though the servants must be killed for their savagely ways. He is so ambitious that lovely husband of mine, willing to do anything for power. We are so perfect together.

Goodbye for now,

~Lady M.

Journal # 2

Dear Journal,

I have spoken with my husband. At first he was reluctant about Duncan, but when I questioned his manhood...oh that got him good! He agreed and the deed will be performed soon. I am so sly journal, he does not even realize the manipulation I have used on him, he is far too dimwitted.

Oh journal soon we will be it. We will rule and be rich. I will be wanted and treated as the queen I have always known I was.

We shall frame the guards, and no one will suspect us to be the murderers! Oh I am just so giddy with excitement.

See you after the “tragic death”,

~Lady M.