I can't go back to sleep, I believe I may be going crazy. A little while ago I was awakened by the doctor and his assistant. They told me I had been talking to myself, and had gotten out of bed to walk around. Of course I didn't believe them, I am certainly not insane, and babbling nonsensically to oneself is certainly a sign of insanity. But that is not what has caused me such horror. A few moments ago I noticed blood on my hands, I was shocked and tried to wash it off...it wouldn't come off! I do not know where this blood is from and of course, I know that blood cannot simply appear and then not disappear. What am I to do? Shall I rot away in my chamber, alone, trying to wipe away blood that will not be wiped away? Whose blood stains my hands with such a crimson colour? Have I gone mad? Is this a sign of guilt, perhaps I shouldn't have helped Machbeth in his plot to kil the king. (To be honest it was my plan but it wouldn't do any harm for the rest of the world to think it was all Macbeth's idea.)
-Kendra Young
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