Journal Entry #1
My racing mind can already envision how this land can change. I've read the letter once, twice, three times about how Macbeth has turned out to be the Thane of Cawdor and Glamis, as well as to become king, and I still cannot believe it. Feeling my heart pounding with happiness, I pace back and forth in my bedroom, wondering what on earth I will say to my husband, soon King of Scotland, Macbeth. This day has been getting better and better, since earlier, news has reached my ears that King Duncan shall be having dinner under our roof. Seriously! How stupid can he be! I guess it all works out for us in the end, and soon, my sweet husband will turn into a strong, powerful figure. He will soon become Macbeth, King of Scotland!
Journal Entry #2
My husband can be so aggravating sometimes! He has killed plenty of men out in the battlefield, why is it so different this time? Even if it is King Duncan, it should not make a difference in the end. Yes, his compassion is how I got to fall in love with him in the first place, but there are times when that factor gets in the way of his manhood and what is right for us. King Duncan is our one obstacle for Macbeth to be King, and Macbeth's obsession to do what is right is not going to get in my way to power! King Duncan shall die under the hands of my husband, I will make sure of that.
Journal Entry #3
Everything is finally in place. The servants have swallowed the deadly drugs in their alcohol that will keep them from protecting their precious king. All I have to do is wait for the sign Macbeth will send me when he kills Duncan, if his cowardice does not get in the way of the dagger that will end Duncan's life. Honestly, I could have done it myself if the memory of my father had not come to mind when I had a look at Duncan sleeping...No, I am not allowed to have second thoughts about this! Wait, I think I see him coming from the corridor. He's holding the bloody daggers. Yes, he has managed to kill Duncan!
Journal Entry #4
I cannot believe we have done it. Macbeth has finally been crowned king, and we have done all that we have set out to do. Although, it does not feel right. Macbeth has been acting nervous lately, causing me to feel a little worried about him. He keeps to his room all day, and whenever I see him, he looks rather tired and bedraggled. I am afraid that he is planning to do something we will regret, but I cannot be sure. But I should worry about that when the time comes. I have to keep a cheerful face and keep my confidence up for my guests tonight at the banquet. Macbeth, hopefully, will not spoil this wonderful night.
Journal Entry #5
I have no idea what is wrong with my husband. He claims that he saw Banquo's ghost, but honestly, I do not believe a word of this garbage. (How can it be real, since Banquo is not even dead? Unless... No, that cannot be true. )Again, I am starting to question his masculinity. When will he grow up and finally realize all the good he has done for us, instead of whimpering at every little thing his simple-minded imagination can conjure up? I was hoping for a well-respected king to show up at this banquet, the king I would have been proud to call my husband. But now, all he did was ruin this banquet for all the lords sitting at the table, and humiliated me while he cowered from something that was not even real! Macbeth is starting to become a lot more trouble than I realized.
Journal Entry #6
What is happening to me? When I look in the mirror, I do not see the young, well-respected, proud woman I used to be. Instead, I find this frail, pitiful, sorry-looking fragment of a woman. My arms and body are bone thin, my face is as pale as a ghost, and worst of all, the bags under my eyes tell me that I have been sleepwalking. It's true; after Macbeth had him come over few days ago, my doctor confirmed my suspicions. It scares me to think of what I have said during my sleepwalking. Have I mentioned anything to anyone that may have endangered mine or my husband's life upon that throne? I guess it is not only my husband that is losing his sanity.
Journal Entry #7
What have I done? Going into this plan with my husband, I believed that it was all going to be glory from here on out. Now, I can see that this was a curse in disguise. I cannot sleep anymore for fear of seeing the bodies and the lives that we have ruined in my sleep. Duncan, Banquo, Fleance, all of them haunt me in my dreams. It is no longer Macbeth who is a coward, it's me. No matter where I go, I see the ghosts of the dead everywhere, the ghosts that remind me of the guilt I feel pushing down on my heart. I have no place to hide from the pain and sorrow of my world.
Journal Entry #8
There is no other way to avoid this horrible pain I feel on my conscience. My body always tenses up when I think about my title as queen, and the terrible things I have done to obtain it. My heart starts to pound rapidly, as if it is trying to break out of my chest. I am not the proud, confident woman I was before our one moment of glory, but I feel a withered, self-loathing person in place of what I used to be. My time is almost up, and I shall bring myself to the same place my husband and I brought King Duncan. It is all for the best. After all, the world would be a better place without me bringing it down. I will soon be brought to meet the lives I have ruined. At least they will get their revenge.
