Dear diary,
I can’t believe what I have done!
Over came with guilt, I have slathered my dear cousin King Dunkan. How stupid
was I to think I would get away with murder? Why did I commit this vile attack?
Continually, I entered the massive bed chamber where King Dunkan’s dead body
lay. While I was gambling with my life I didn’t all this depression was all for
my selfish needs. I was feeling melancholy.
As I was
playing with danger, I had an emotional break down and started to regret my
actions. But a seed of ambition was planted in me by the wicked witches, all I
wanted was to keep the witches prophecy and run a happy city.
On the other
hand, I am over joyed as I am a step closer to becoming a king.
By Bilal



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