Macbeth's Diary Entry Essay

I pry my eyes open after yet another restless night. For a fleeting moment, I feel peaceful as my body lays completely still and my thoughts are silenced; unfortunately, the brief moment of serenity quickly fades, leaving in its place a sense of gut wrenching guilt. These days, it seems to be the only emotion that I am capable of feeling. Images of Duncan’s bloodied body appear in my mind and I feel a wave of nausea hit me. My fingers instinctively wrap around the candle by my bedside. I let out a humorless chuckle, “Pathetic. Queen of Scotland and look at what I am reduced to–” A creaking sound reaches my ears and my eyes snap towards its source. The door slowly opens and the face of my gentlewoman appears as she walks into the room.
“Good morning, milady” she greets sheepishly, “I didn’t know you had awoken.” Nodding, I watch silently as she puts my breakfast on my side table. Despite her attempts to smile reassuringly, I can sense the fearful and apprehensive nature of her movements. “Who can blame her? After all, she’s forced to attend to a mad woman.” My hands clamp over my ears as I try to block
It’s just your minds playing tricks on you,” I mutter incoherently to myself as I attempt to wipe off the blood. “Out, damned spot! Out, I say!” The voices now laugh hysterically and saying, “‘Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?’”
My gentlewoman hurriedly enters the room, “Madam, is anything the matter? I heard a scream.” I don’t respond as I am too fixated on my hands as my movements become more aggressive. I begin to scratch at my hands, eventually breaking the skin. The smell hits me before I see the blood. The putrid stench of blood so overwhelming that all of the perfumes of Arabia cannot mask it. At this time, my gentlewoman has rushed to my side and although her lips are moving, I cannot hear what she is saying anymore. The only thing that I can hear is the pounding of my heart and the merciless