Dear Diary, Monday
I have such a complex choice to make. It could decide my future and seal my fate. My husband, Agamemnon, he killed my amazing, precious, simply spectacular daughter Iphigenia. Well, he says he “sacrificed” her, but killing is killing. He claims to have only done it to please the gods before battle, but I am simply furious with this whole situation.
I should give him a taste of his own medicine so that he will know the feeling of loss. He should just be taught a lesson of life shattering pain; what do you think I am being harsh? He killed my daughter for crying aloud! Iphigenia was my whole entire world; she was simply the only thing I genuinely loved. My other children could never compare to my love for her. If I hurt their father, what would they do? Surely, they would be just as broken to lose a sister that they grew up with. But Orestes is just like his father, so who knows what actions he would take if his father was gone. He is such a wild card, none of us know what truly goes on in that head of his. Oh, what am I to do?
Dear Diary, Tuesday
The more thought I put into this, the harder it gets to think about. I have decided to go through with my plan and kill my husband. I have put great thoughts into this decision, and I am now sure my kids would be fond of this idea since their father did kill their own sister. Do you think they will mind? Oh, what am I doing at this point in my own life asking a measly book a life-or-death question! Of course, I am worried sick about the consequences of my own actions. What would the gods think of me killing him? I spent all my motherhood with my poor baby Iphigenia, and for Agamemnon to simply sacrifice her so easily as if that were not his own kind, his own baby. That selfish, heartless human being. He cannot call himself a man!
Dear Diary, Wednesday
So, today is the day. I have decided that when Agamemnon returns from battle, I shall trick him and then kill him. He should be coming home soon, so I need a plan. I have decided on tying him up under thick heavy robes and then trapping him in his luxury bathtub that he cherished so much. I will spare you for further details, but when they ask why I did I will tell them how I did it and why he deserved all of it. Today, you will feel my wrath Agamemnon, and you will feel it hard.
Dear Diary, Thursday
I did it. I killed my husband. I finally finished and then the people came in and some cried and some screamed, some yelled, and some asked one question. Why? He was evil and he deserved every little thing that came to him. That is what I said to them, because it was true. My son walked into my room when he found out about what happened. He stood and looked at me for a few minutes and left. I am not worried about him; he knows his father deserved everything that was coming to him.
Sometime after Clytemnestra's death
Dear Diary,
What happened? Why am I in this place of darkness, did I do something wrong? Did my own son, kill me.? I thought we all wanted his father dead and gone. Oh, why Orestes? Why? I can faintly remember the feeling of love and living. I never thought I would miss having to walk downstairs to the kitchen or give my children hugs. Why would he ever do this to me? I just wanted to protect them, I loved them so much and to think they loved me as their own mother. How could he do this to me when all I ever did was for him and his sister? All I worked for my whole life was their reputation and to think I loved him. I will haunt Orestes forever.
Dear Diary,
I am so lost. It has been a day or two since my death, I think. I am a ghost now so I cannot really tell time. I feel like I am in a room that is completely dark and has no walls. It just goes on and on forever. I try to sleep but I cannot seem to. I just am still having a tough time wrapping my mind around the fact that I am dead, and my own son is my killer. Every time I am finally able to fall asleep, I have this memory of how my own son killed me and how much I loved my life, and then I wake up. I wake up in the same place and it is still dark and there is nowhere to run and no one to talk to. I am just by myself, alone forever. Sometimes, when I get bored enough, I lay down and close my eyes and pretend I am with my children, and we are in the kitchen baking. Then I opened my eyes and I realized it was all just a dream, a memory. I wish every time before I open my eyes that just one time, even if just for a few minutes, that it was real. I wish I was alive and that all my children still loved me. It is just me and you, my diary. Wow, who would have thought I would end up dead only able to talk to a book. On this last page of my diary, I chose to leave it with this.
Always remember who you are and what you stand for. Do not let a man take that away. All my life I have worked to help my husband and my son, and can you see where that got me? So, before I finish off on this little page, remember who you are and how amazing you are. Do not let other people's actions force you to do something you later regret. Goodbye today, and tomorrow because in this life I am in, I know nothing but sorrow.
I have such a complex choice to make. It could decide my future and seal my fate. My husband, Agamemnon, he killed my amazing, precious, simply spectacular daughter Iphigenia. Well, he says he “sacrificed” her, but killing is killing. He claims to have only done it to please the gods before battle, but I am simply furious with this whole situation.
I should give him a taste of his own medicine so that he will know the feeling of loss. He should just be taught a lesson of life shattering pain; what do you think I am being harsh? He killed my daughter for crying aloud! Iphigenia was my whole entire world; she was simply the only thing I genuinely loved. My other children could never compare to my love for her. If I hurt their father, what would they do? Surely, they would be just as broken to lose a sister that they grew up with. But Orestes is just like his father, so who knows what actions he would take if his father was gone. He is such a wild card, none of us know what truly goes on in that head of his. Oh, what am I to do?
Dear Diary, Tuesday
The more thought I put into this, the harder it gets to think about. I have decided to go through with my plan and kill my husband. I have put great thoughts into this decision, and I am now sure my kids would be fond of this idea since their father did kill their own sister. Do you think they will mind? Oh, what am I doing at this point in my own life asking a measly book a life-or-death question! Of course, I am worried sick about the consequences of my own actions. What would the gods think of me killing him? I spent all my motherhood with my poor baby Iphigenia, and for Agamemnon to simply sacrifice her so easily as if that were not his own kind, his own baby. That selfish, heartless human being. He cannot call himself a man!
Dear Diary, Wednesday
So, today is the day. I have decided that when Agamemnon returns from battle, I shall trick him and then kill him. He should be coming home soon, so I need a plan. I have decided on tying him up under thick heavy robes and then trapping him in his luxury bathtub that he cherished so much. I will spare you for further details, but when they ask why I did I will tell them how I did it and why he deserved all of it. Today, you will feel my wrath Agamemnon, and you will feel it hard.
Dear Diary, Thursday
I did it. I killed my husband. I finally finished and then the people came in and some cried and some screamed, some yelled, and some asked one question. Why? He was evil and he deserved every little thing that came to him. That is what I said to them, because it was true. My son walked into my room when he found out about what happened. He stood and looked at me for a few minutes and left. I am not worried about him; he knows his father deserved everything that was coming to him.
Sometime after Clytemnestra's death
Dear Diary,
What happened? Why am I in this place of darkness, did I do something wrong? Did my own son, kill me.? I thought we all wanted his father dead and gone. Oh, why Orestes? Why? I can faintly remember the feeling of love and living. I never thought I would miss having to walk downstairs to the kitchen or give my children hugs. Why would he ever do this to me? I just wanted to protect them, I loved them so much and to think they loved me as their own mother. How could he do this to me when all I ever did was for him and his sister? All I worked for my whole life was their reputation and to think I loved him. I will haunt Orestes forever.
Dear Diary,
I am so lost. It has been a day or two since my death, I think. I am a ghost now so I cannot really tell time. I feel like I am in a room that is completely dark and has no walls. It just goes on and on forever. I try to sleep but I cannot seem to. I just am still having a tough time wrapping my mind around the fact that I am dead, and my own son is my killer. Every time I am finally able to fall asleep, I have this memory of how my own son killed me and how much I loved my life, and then I wake up. I wake up in the same place and it is still dark and there is nowhere to run and no one to talk to. I am just by myself, alone forever. Sometimes, when I get bored enough, I lay down and close my eyes and pretend I am with my children, and we are in the kitchen baking. Then I opened my eyes and I realized it was all just a dream, a memory. I wish every time before I open my eyes that just one time, even if just for a few minutes, that it was real. I wish I was alive and that all my children still loved me. It is just me and you, my diary. Wow, who would have thought I would end up dead only able to talk to a book. On this last page of my diary, I chose to leave it with this.
Always remember who you are and what you stand for. Do not let a man take that away. All my life I have worked to help my husband and my son, and can you see where that got me? So, before I finish off on this little page, remember who you are and how amazing you are. Do not let other people's actions force you to do something you later regret. Goodbye today, and tomorrow because in this life I am in, I know nothing but sorrow.