Lady Macbeth

14-4-1040
     I got an intriguing letter from Macbeth today, he said that while he was coming home after a work trip his car broke down.  He said that there was something special he needed to tell me.  I don't know what it is but I will write it down when I know.  He was being very cryptic about it, he said that what he was going to tell me had the ability to change our life. 

18-4-1040
     Macbeth got home today.  This is all very intriguing.  He said that three witches told him he was going to be thane of  Cawdor and king!  Not as soon as these three beings had disappeared did a page come up to him and inform him of the fact that the king had appointed him thane of Cawdor, this is unbelievable!  Nothing shall stand in our way, nothing. 

30-4-1040
    Last night we committed the act.  The king is dead.  Macbeth was a wreck, I don't know why, this is all for his good, he will be king.  Macbeth said that he was a ghostly dagger that wasn't there.  After killing Duncan the fool didn't even leave the weapons in the room!  He brought them with him!  I told him to go and put the daggers with the guards, but he was Infirm of purpose.   This was no good at all, I took the dagger from him and put them with the guards myself. 
    I got scared at one point in the night, an owl's screech startled me so much I almost gave us away, but no one knows.  Duncan's sons have fled, and Macbeth was crowned king, we are victorious. 

15-6-1040
    Macbeth finally got up the grit to finish off the competition, Banquo is dead.  Unfortunately those fool assassins didn't do the job correctly and fleance is still alive.  But that shouldn't matter. 
    Tonight at the feast Macbeth said that he saw the bloody ghost of Banquo, that was sure a mess to try and smooth over.  This is the second time that he has seen something that wasn't there, I think he might be going insane. 
    I've felt like someone is watching us, I don't know why.  But I fear that someone has found us out. 

20-6-1040
    MacDuff has fled, his family is being taken care of as I write this.  Macbeth is finally growing a backbone.  The milk of human kindness is finally curtling. 

1-7-1041
    I have been plagued with nightmares recently.  I don't know what is going on but every night I see the deaths that Macbeth and I have caused.  The blood of the dead spills over my hands and it burns, the spot won't come out, it just won't!  I'm scared that everyone knows that Macbeth and I were the ones that killed those people, can't they see the blood on our hands.  Macbeth was right, not even the water from all of the oceans can cleanse my vile hands of all this blood. 
    I wonder if what we did was right.  The blood is just too much.  There isn't anything I can do to stop it.  The blood will be seen eventually and there is no way to hide it. 
    I laugh at myself for earlier saying it was a foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. For these hands and those are a sorry sight indeed. 

3-7-1041
    I woke up this morning and my hands are raw and scraped.  I don't know what is going on.  I know that someone is following me wherever I go, I can't get away.  There is nowhere to hide that they won't find me. 
    My hands look like they were scrubbed with rough soap and a wire brush.  They are covered in scratches.  I don't know how this happened.  Now there are bloody hands in both reality and dreams. 
    I dreamed that there was blood everywhere last night.  The blood was drowning me, I couldn't get away.  There isn't anything I can do.  I hear whispers in the shadows.  I think that they might be the dead.  I think they are here for revenge. 

9-7-1041
    I woke up today and there was a doctor and a maid standing over me.  I screamed, thinking they had found us out and were here to kill me.  All they did was nod and leave.  I think they might have been the ones following me.  But I can't be sure.  I haven't seen them any more, but I still feel like there is someone around every corner.  There is nothing that I can do.  I can't escape.  They are going to kill us when they find out.  There is no escape.  No escape.  No escape.  No escape...
    The shadows are still talking, there is no way to get away from the shadows.  The shadows are always there, I don't know what they are saying, but I fear that the shadows will tell the ones following me that I am one of the killers.  I don't want the shadows to tell.  I don't want that. 

13-7-1041
    I found a place that I can can go without them being able to follow me.  This plan is foolproof, no one will know.  I am going to die.  So why not die at my own hand?  That is better that at the hand of a faceless executioner.  When I die I will no longer be followed. 
    What's done, is done, and we can't go back and change the past.  But they won't find me.  Never.  This is an amazing plan.  There is no going back.  Never.  Never.  Never.  This is the end.  No going back.  The shadows won't speak, the dreams will be gone.  Everything will be solved.  Everything.  Macbeth will be king, I won't betray him.  They will probably think that I alone committed the act.  Macbeth will be fine, I will be fine, I will be free. 
                                         fin

A.N. I hoped you enjoyed! I've been wondering if I should write a longer story... something that's got more than one part... tell me what you think!