Act Five, Scene One

The depression that I experienced tonight was vast. After seeing the gravedigger sing whilst dig for a body, I pondered about life and its true values. I never realized how much we take life for granted, not appreciating its full prize. You can be living one second, the next, you're gone. Vanished. Away from this earth. After thinking of this for a little at the graveyard with Horatio, we come across Claudius, my mother, and Laertes at a funeral for someone. After Horatio and I investigate, we come to the conclusion its for the love of my life- Ophelia. Seeing this broke my heart. I snapped. I attacked Laertes while he was cherishing his final moments with her in the grave. After a little skirmish, it was broken up. Oh, how I wanted him dead that very moment. Claudius, my so-called "father," then orders for my taking away and that was the end of that. The fury inside me raged. I then lash out on him, questioning him as to why he treats me like I'm nothing. Just a speck of dirt. Soon, this will all end, I sense.

 *Me, fighting Laertes in Ophelia's grave.

Act Three, Scene Four

The fury and rage inside of me is inexplicable. As I was heatedly talking to my mother, I hear a sad, poor Polonius hiding behind the curtain. That sad excuse for a man. He was finished right on the spot, my very own sword committing the act. Back to my conversation with my mother. I called her out on how disgraceful her actions were. Marrying the man who just killed his own brother? Her very own husband? Sick. Absolutely inhumane. How could someone commit such a sin? As I'm thinking about killing her right there, my father's ghost appears, telling me to take it down a notch. As she sees me talking to "nothing," she then describes me as crazy, seeing hallucinations. It was real, I promise. He appeared right there! As I must go on with my life, and go to England, I tell my mother to not give into Claudius' actions. I will not let my loving mother get tied into his sinful actions. He does not deserve her at the very least.

                                *Me, revealing my killing of Polonius from behind the curtain.

Act Three, Scene Three

How conflicted I feel. It was the perfect chance to follow my father's orders. Praying there, all alone. Why, I could've avenged my father right there and got it over with. Maybe I should've. But what would be the point of that? There he was, forgiving for his sins, cleansing his soul clean of badness. If I killed him there, he would've gone straight to Heaven. That would be too good for an evil man like him. I'll wait until he's sinning, drinking or having incestuous sex. Sins that will fill his soul with evilness. Then, he will go straight to Hell, just like he deserves. Claudius, your time is coming soon.

                 *Me, thinking about whether or not to kill Claudius, praying for a clean soul.

Act Three, Scene One

Should I just end this pain, and end my own life? Why live with these depressing thoughts and confused emotions every day of my life? No one should have to go through what I am right now. My sadness and sorrow are too much for one man to handle. Although the love of my live, Ophelia, has denied me, the true basis of my despair is my father's death. What else could possibly go wrong? I don't think there's much to be honest. I was so angry with the world that I even went as far to tell Ophelia to go to a nunnery rather to become a breeder of sinners. How much respect I've lost for that woman, breaking my heart and such. How miserable of a life I have. Hopefully my emotions are cleared up by tonight, as we will find out once and for all, if Claudius is the reason behind my gloom. When the players reenact what the killing of my father was like, as described by my father's spirit, I will see the truth displayed by him. His reactions to the play will be my answer to all my grief.

*Me, talking to Ophelia about my true feelings.

Act Two, Scene Two

I feel lost and abandoned. As if no one appreciates me anymore and everyone is turning their backs to me. The love of my life, Ophelia has denied me. My own mother married the sick, twisted man who murdered my very own father. Nothing seems to be going right. The true source of this depression, however, is all because of Claudius, the man who I'm supposed to call my new "father." Now that he has murdered my ever so loving father, he has become so paranoid that he had to hire people to figure out why I've been so depressed lately. Old Polonius believes it's because of his daughter denying me. It's not. It's because of the noble man I'm named after that no longer ceases to exist. Why can't they get that through their skulls? Paranoid Claudius must think I know about his murdering of my father. Now that I think about it though, maybe he didn't do it. Maybe it was the devil disguised as my father's spirit, telling me lies so I conduct evil actions. Who knows? Maybe I've gone crazy, insane. We'll see about that tomorrow night though, when I hire the actors to reenact his murdering. If he turns pale, I know for a fact he did it. If he doesn't, then the spirit lied to me. Tomorrow will let me know if I have to kill my newly pronounced "father." Tomorrow will hold all of the answers.
     
 
*A picture of Claudius, paranoid that I know of his evil deeds.

Act One, Scene Five

I'm still in shock due to the events that happened tonight. I can't seem to wrap my mind around it yet. My fellow guards Marcellus and Horatio both told me that they had seen a ghost on their shift the previous night. Not just any ghost, though. A ghost that resembled my father greatly. I don't necessarily buy it, but why not check it out. So, as I arrive a little before twelve, I wait patiently with Horatio and Marcellus for my "father" to appear. Before I know it, there I see him with my very own eyes. I couldn't believe it. He motions me over to him. Marcellus and Horatio try to hold me back, but I get their permission to leave me be. I shakily walk over to this ghostly figure of my figure. Scared, we begin to talk. He tells me how his death wasn't caused by a poisonous snake, but my very own uncle...well...father. The newly pronounced king, Claudius. I couldn't believe it. I am still rather disbelief. How could someone's own brother do that? But then he told me something else. That I should avenge his death. Kill Claudius. As I couldn't disobey my own, true father, I agreed to kill Claudius. We shall see how this ends up...

*Me talking to my father's spirit