Creative writing - MacDuff's monologue

the murder of King Duncan. Macbeth’s insincere announcement of the royal father’s death left me wondering why he, as a thane, did not react with more dismay than the rest of the castle. Ring the alarm bell! Murder and treason I cried! After the death I needed to clear my thoughts, there was something very wrong. I knew that something was not right. I know on the night of Duncan’s death there was an eclipse a big storm. Duncan’s horses were going wild; some say they were starting to eat each other. Owls were shrieking, crickets were crying. All these events had to be foreshadowing the death of the king and so I went down to the kitchen to ask for some fruit and bread for breakfast. Whilst I was eating I thought to myself, who could do this? Who in the castle would benefit from Duncan’s death so much so that they were prepared to kill him and risk their own throat from being slit? It was then that I realised, who else but Macbeth, a thane and an heir to the throne? After all, we were in his castle, he knew his way around the place more than anybody therefore making it easy for him to slip into Duncan’s room and kill him without being seen! Lady Macbeth didn’t fool me either her foolish act of pretending to faint to take the attention away from Macbeth’s poor story.  They make me sick that anyone could possibly do that to such a person of high royalty. Not only that but someone who was greatly loyal to his people and such a noble king. I cared so much for Duncan but to Macbeth he was just another person in the way. He did not stop to think about anyone else like me or his sons. After hearing that Macbeth had sent murderers to kill my love and my beloved boy my desire for vengeance only grew more personal and powerful. It was this that pushed me over the line. I could not take anymore. To think that I would put the welfare of Scotland even ahead of the welfare of my own family has led to terrible dismay that pains me to speak of today.  As a thane, I never thought that I would turn on my king. Then again, nor did I think that I could ever suspect Macbeth of regicide. When King Duncan reined the land I was as loyal as a dog to his owner, but since that cruel man has taken his place it seems that it is Macbeth is the complete opposite of a dog. It just seems inhuman to do that to a King. Some have chosen to call me a coward and a traitor to my country because I fled to England, but doing so was my last resort - we would not be standing here right now, obtaining what is rightfully ours if I hadn’t done what I had. But who am I kidding, what is there to live for now!  The only thing that mattered the most in my life is gone because of me. And I stand upon you Macbeth and question myself why I should live my life? Still not knowing if I have done right or wrong! You repulse me Macbeth, and all I have left is my thirst for revenge that has already been quenched by your death. I hope you’re happy to know that I will live up to my name and continue my life with pain and sorrow.