Writing Your Narrative It is a beautiful evening, the sky is full of stars and cloud free, it is expected to be a splendorous night, for some at least. What first captivated me as I arrived was the immense stone castle, I didn’t think it ever ended. As I walked inside Dunsinane Castle, I couldn’t believe the extravagant sights, exquisite marble floors, paintings made from the most famous painters in the land, decorations that seemed to have cost a fortune. A servant immediately led the guests into the main ballroom, decorated with dark red curtains and expensive ornaments. In the middle of the room was a long dining table, set up with the finest silverware. Around the dining room table was space enough for the whole guest list to dance through. Even though my sentiments for this coronation were those of indignation and disgust, the ambience made me feel happy and excited for what was to come. People all around me seemed ecstatic to see the new King, dancing and eating as if there wasn’t a care in the world. As if King Duncan hadn’t been killed several days before, it angered me for a second, then I was quickly diverted toward a couple beautifully dancing in the space next to me. Suddenly, the music lowered, servants around us quickly moved into what seemed their assigned positions, and a man in a deep voice announced, “Introducing his royal highness, King Macbeth.” I see Macbeth gliding across the room in a magnanimous way, guests not being able to take their eyes off of him. He starts to welcome everyone and greed can be seen in his eyes as he pretends to be charming and likable towards his guests. As Macbeth continues to hastily greet every guest in the ballroom, I am suddenly thrown slightly to the side by two tall huge men, who definitely seemed to be looking for someone. As they walked through the vast hallway, people were pushed aside by their heavy figures and determination to reach their target. Their clothes stood them apart from the rest of the crowd, heavy cloaks and dark boots contrasting the gold and colorful garments that decorated the room. I could see they were walking toward Macbeth, they whispered something in his ear and then swiftly all three of them left the room, as if there was an urgent matter to attend. The first thought that crossed my mind was “Is Macbeth in some sort of trouble?” or “did people finally find out he doesn’t deserve to be King.” Before I knew it, Macbeth returned to the ballroom alone. I perceived something different, I could easily identify a change in his demeanor. His face looked white, he looked as if suddenly unaware of his surroundings, people seemed to approach him and he just kept walking in a somber mood. Out of the blue, I heard a bell being rung notifying everyone that the coronation is about to begin. As Macbeth approaches the dining room table, Lennox offers Macbeth to sit at the empty chair at the head of the table. Suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost, he quickly stumbles backwards staring directly at the empty chair. He immediately starts speaking in an anxious and nervous tone towards the empty chair, claiming in a way that he isn’t responsible. I began to wonder what could’ve happened that made Macbeth act in this erratic behavior. Lady Macbeth stood up from the dining room table at once and started excusing her husband’s behavior, claiming we shouldn’t pay much attention to him. However, I could sense her anxiousness, as she seemed tense and jumpy. She quickly took Macbeth aside and they both left the room. At this moment I saw the opportunity to go talk to Macbeth. I was very intrigued about what was happening to him. I quickly approached the narrow hallway Macbeth and Lady Macbeth walked into. I rushed through the ballroom and accidentally stumbled upon him. He seemed uneasy and troubled, walking back and forth without seeming to notice my presence. “Macbeth” I said quietly, “is there anything I can do to help?” He quickly gazed upon me with scared and impatient eyes, “I can’t do this anymore.” “Do what?” I asked “All of this” exclaimed Macbeth, grabbing me by my coat, “these people I keep seeing everywhere I go are driving me crazy. I would do anything to not see them anymore. I can’t keep going.” I stared at him not knowing if he was going to start crying or break down. “There is too much blood on my hands, all over my body” exclaimed Macbeth, grabbing me even harder and looking straight into my eyes. Suddenly, realizing what he had just said, he looked at me with pleading eyes, straightened my coat and said, “forget everything you just heard.” and left the hallway swiftly to join his guests back in the ballroom. As Macbeth left the hallway I was left wondering what had just happened, I took a quick look around me to make sure no one was near. I stayed a moment alone with my thoughts, perplexed at the actions that had just taken place. My thoughts were all over the place, what did he mean with his allusions of blood? Who were all these people he kept encountering everywhere he went? Were they real people or ghosts? I had too many questions, my head hurt just thinking about them. Meanwhile, in the distance, I heard two people whispering to each other. As I stealthily approached the voices, I saw the two large men that were talking to Macbeth earlier. I hid myself behind a large pillar so that I could come within earshot of what the two men were saying. “I can’t believe Fleance escaped and we were only able to kill Banquo.” exclaimed one of the men. Little by little I started putting the puzzle pieces together, I started thinking that Banquo’s death could be the reason for Macbeth’s sudden change in behavior, but why? Even though I didn’t have the answers, I knew Macbeth wasn’t okay with whatever it is he did. All along I have always hated Macbeth, hated his greed, his selfishness and his ability to shine in every aspect of his life. Today I got to see him vulnerable, frightened, exposed. I believe justice will take matters into its own hands and his own guilt and current state of mind will be his own end.
