Secret Diary Of Lady Macbeth

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I had a very strange dream last night. Three weird sisters met in the middle of a battle with lightning, thunder and rain. They where talking about meeting my own husband Macbeth. I woke up and talked to Macbeth about this. But he had no such worries about witches.

I want to help Macbeth but I need help from people outside of the castle. I have received a part of Macbeth's letter saying that he has met with three weird sisters. They promised him the king of England and that Banquo's sons will be king but he not. What does this mean? Macbeth has not told me any of this so is this fairy tail becoming true? I have to contact them. The tree weird sisters I seek help and they might be able to give it to me.

The help the weird sisters gave me was indeed more than helpful. Kill Duncan they told me in my dreams. I have tried to encourage Macbeth to kill Duncan because he has been named as the King or Thane of Glamis and Cawdor. But Macbeth is faltering. He is turing into a coward who fears his own shadow. I must help him overcome his fears but trouble wakes where the sisters walk.

I will become queen. That is my goal but Duncan stands in my way. The old fool is nothing but an old man who can' do anything anymore. But Macbeth is stating to worry about Banquo. Will his wishes also come true? But Banquo is one of my most beloved friends. His removal from the Kingdom will shatter my heart. He is a dear friend who will never fall to evil. He is brave and loyal like the hare or eagle. Banquo be safe.

Macbeth must kill Duncan. No matter what. I will help him to do so. I would have killed Duncan myself if only he did not resemble my father so much.

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That stupid Macbeth brought the bloody daggers back to our place. Full of fear in his face. Like an elephant in in front of a mouse. Full in fear with the little thing, even though he’s the one with power and strength. If we didn’t put the daggers back, people would have found us out. So the next step was for me to put those bloody daggers back. If Macbeth had done his job well, I wouldn’t have had to have this white heart, and have the same color of hand as Macbeth. I’m full in shame, but don’t regret from what I’ll be gaining soon after this event has happened. Why couldn’t he do his job perfectly from beginning to end?

I feel just like a mom and a child. Child making accidents, and mom following around fixing the situations. Child grows and gets stronger, but the mom ages, becoming more weaker. That’s what I fear. Me aging and becoming weaker, and child who might not get strong enough to live in this world. Mom has to raise the child as a strong and ambitious. That’s the role as well as the job of a mom.

Knock, knock, knock. Knocking disturbed my sleep all night. Macbeth was too much of a coward last night. He is like a stupid child who fears his own shadow if he doesn’t have anybody to support him. I was forced to place the daggers at the servants heads so he will no stir suspicion at himself. What a fool.

I woke up. To noise. Duncan has been found. Dead. Macbeth was out already and as I descended to meet them. I am panicking, what will we do??? If we where to be found out everything will be ruined. Macbeth will be killed and I will not be made queen. NO!!!

I act innocent. Horror washed over my face as I tried to keep my feelings bottled up. Terror sheer terror washed trough me. Panic. Panic. We must keep calm. If they see how scared I am they might suspect me. But how can I not panic or be scared. A murder has been committed in my own house. Of course a murder I knew and participated in but a murder never less.

Hahaha. Fools. A few fake tears and a fake faint and everybody has their attention on me. Saying that ‘tiss a sight not fit for thy lady’. Macbeth managed to be sensitive to my needs. Saying that the lady needs comfort and protection.