So Long, and Farewell (Sabrina)

It’s gone too far, I’ve had enough. I did not know I could feel as much pain in my life as I have today. It is not the type of pain that heals within days. These stains on my hand refuse to wash away. Fighting for the title was a battle I thought I was ready for. I pushed long and hard. I was power hungry, and greedy, now I am worthless and my heart is full of guilt.
I knew my husband well. I knew he had to slay everyone in his was of becoming king. I attacked his most prized possession a man could ever carry – his manhood. I asked the lords to give me more masculinity to take King Duncan’s life, if my husband could not do it, and so he did. At the time, my heart could hold it all. I was wearing a mask that refused to come off. There was no sorry nor remorse held against me then. I had even cleverly smeared the blood of Duncan all over the guards to make sure that we weren’t caught. I wanted to go through with my actions. I wanted to be able to conquer all of Scotland! I craved power, which could only be given if my beloved Macbeth became king!

I had come across this once, I've really enjoyed watching it. It really is inspiring!

>I believe I carried myself well. As Banquo was murdered, his soul did indeed haunt us. I ushered the lords away, not letting them see my husband in fear.

I had thought I had mentally prepared myself for the worse, but I guess not. It’s now or never, and I must end it all now. This will be the last anyone will ever hear from me.