The Day I Was Murdered

(This is a picture of my corpse, one of the last pictures I may ever have)

Today when my son and I were riding horses, we ran into three men, whom I overheard were sent by Macbeth, to murder my son Fleance and I. Even though I died with twenty gashes on the head (III.iv.27), Fleance still lives (III.iii.17-22). It won’t be long before Macbeth murders him as well. I was loyal to Macbeth, but he wasn’t the same in return. Pity to know that one would kill their best friend over money and power. I am in heaven now, watching over everything that’s happening. It seems like my death is just the beginning.

Words cannot explain how I feel about Macbeth, if only I knew his other side earlier I would have done something - anything, to make sure he would never be king, but being the evil person that he is, he beat me to it and killed me. Death was not something I was expecting today but it seems that it’s something that I’m going to have to accept seeing that I am already dead and there is nothing I can do about it. I can only hope that when Fleance gets older he will get revenge on Macbeth for me. Just before Fleance escaped I yelled to him “Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou may ’st revenge” (III.iii.17). I may be dead but this is not over until Macbeth gets what he really deserves, and I will be watching from above when that does happen.

By: Shinthuja Yogeswaran