Lady Macbeth’s Journal

12.29.1040

The weather is very dreary. Dark and cloudy skies filled the entirety of the the house we currently reside at. Macduff believes that we must be very careful as to not get caught. I have only recently been acquainted with him, but he is a fine gentleman. I at first, had hoped that I wouldn’t get too close to the sir, but he was the most but charming. Many things lead to another, and now I have fallen deeply for him and him as to me. Although we must not allow this love to reach the light of day, for we have spouses that await our hardy return. This which I now must abide by as my husband; I no longer feel for thee. However, I must return so as not to raise higher suspicions and grant him the most warmest welcome into our accursed home.

1.31.1042

My husband has returned with news of many interesting prophecies of weird sisters that told him he would be king. Any man would not easily believe such silly ideas. The insanity in his cranium is of the utmost concern, which is why I cannot stay with him any further. Not just the offputting words he speaks, but the fact that my love has withered away like the sense of reasoning in him. I must seek a path that’ll lead me towards my love, where one we can stand together in pride. I must get our “lovers” away. I must!

2.11.1042

Today I have divised a plan of utmost cruelty. One that will allow me to see my dearest one without the violent treachery that may lead if we were to be sighted with love bulging right through us. We must rid of the ones that lay unbudged in our paths. Our once loved but now, no more, Macbeth and Lady Macduff. “Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown toe top-full of direst cruelty.” (Lines 38-40) I must seek out Macduff, so we can put this unholy and most darkest ideas into the works. 

3.13.1042

The King himself comes to my home today. May he feel at the utmost peace, til it is time for him to sleep for eternity. I shall coax Macbeth’s fragile mind to do the dirty deed for his visage to be dismantled. His reputation soiled and labeled as a worldwide disgrace and traitor. He shall hear my words well, as his mind isn’t in a state for healthy suspicions. 

 7.21.1042

Macbeth has viciously slaughtered Duncan as of recently. Now he sits on the throne playing as King in the limelight, while he performs the utmost cruelties in the darkness of the night. He has yet to have his guise placed into public view, yet we shall not punish thee but instead further allow the blood in his hands to seep far and far into the flaps of his very flesh. So far that he’ll have no other choice but to grow wild with madness and in which I too shall follow, with my utmost support. This support in which is guised and in turn will be the very tool that will draw his last breath. 

4.10.1045

It has been a while since I’ve seen my love MacDuff. Oh, how I wish thee would come back to pay me a lovely visit from your voyage away from me. He hasn’t been able to come towards me without arousing eyes. Many are still on the lookout for the murderer of Duncan. I seeked the body to keep my image of faith for my husband and “who would’ve thought the old man to have so much blood in him” (Lines 43-44). Macbeth has been on his violent rampages as of late. Leads me to believe that he’s doing much more than is required for him, as he sits on the throne as I write. On the contrary, I do admire his greed and pray that it leads him down a darker hole so I can see him off.

6.1.1046

Today I set out towards my love, Macduff. We met up in the near the gardens of the Macbeth estate. I let him know of the recent treacheries I’ve set Macbeth upon. He was the most pleased with my actions. Both me and my love have been having much trouble from our partners, but that soon will be an unnecessary rise of concern for we shall allow them both to fall together. Sadly though, to do so we Macduff must flee to England with others to ready the final match. O surely I will wish for his most quick return. 

11.11.1051 

Today prepares for the final battle to commence. Previously my husband has maliciously yielded both Banquo and Macduff’s family into their most quick deaths. That of which I am truly satisfied as my plan seems to be succeeding and reaching its final mark. Although it is almost time to surrender my husband. I must keep my blinding loyalty so as not to change the course of success. I shall do so through performing a fake downward misery in the hopes that Macbeth will leave his lasting memory and keep my reputation untainted as his is to become. Then shall I finally be free of his presence and dull stature, so I can soon come to thee whom I truly love with thy chest.

5.19.1053

The long battle has finally finished. We’ve done it. The people think that I have died of an illness, while Macbeth was slain by Macduff. We couldn’t be any happier. After the incident I shall flee towards Norway with Macduff to start a new life in at a new destination. I will hereby be Lady Maldeff with my newlywed husband that now is known as Maldeff. Plans to travel and enjoy life together, while leaving the past in the past. We shall live with these new visages with peace and joy…

*This was the last journal entry she writes before she leaves behind the book by mistake, therefore leaving her caught red-handed and thrown into a cellar away from her love Macduff and miserable.

The End.