Macbeth @ the psychologist

The sound of grinding metal gears emanated to his ears as the door was locked.
Macbeth was alone with his thoughts ___. Nothing more than his damned
reflection was of interest. The mirror revealed a dishevelled man, whose face told
stories of the immense horrors he had created and experienced. The moments of
seclusion allowed for the clockwork of his mind to recommence ticking, for
suddenly he found himself frantically wondering what the purpose might be to
conceal him in such a room. Could it have something to do with his nightmares?
So many times he had woken to the loud cursing of his cellmates, induced by the
commotion he created while sleeping. Maybe the prison guards were ready to kill
him. Oh no. Could this really be the end? He wasnt ready to die. Not here. Not
now. His breath became heavy as he glanced from side to side, hoping
desperately to find some phenomenal way in which to escape. Upon rising from
the chair he began to pound upon the door, using the chains that bound his
handcuffs together to lash at the handle. His breath was showing increased
rapidity. He couldnt control it. If this was what madness felt like, hed accept it
once more. Allow it to consume every orifice of his being. As his mouth opened,
he allowed a deafening scream to sound into the air.
SHOW SOME DIGNITY AND DISCONTINUE THIS PATHETIC CHARADE!
The voice resounded with an authoritative tone. Macbeth searched the room but
saw nobody and had to assume that his madness had finally climaxed.
NOW SEAT YOURSELF AT THE TABLE!
Instinct took over and Macbeth found himself compelled to obey the orders of
the voice the small fraction of his conscience that may enable him to escape
this hellhole. He seated himself, his breath becoming highly cumbersome as he
heaved steadily and found himself increasingly lightheaded. Latches unhinged
from the door to his left, which opened to allow three men to briskly step into his
enclosure. The man at the centre of the three was adorned with all the essentials
of suavity. His finely groomed nature indicated that he was the leader of the
pack. This was reinforced as Macbeth noticed his companions were prison
guards. This was it. They were closing in on him. These valuable seconds that
passed were the final that hed ever experience; yet he found himself so bereft of
breath that his care for his demise was beginning to fade. Macbeths mistake was
that he forgot to remember that when one has expectations, disappointment
shall always ensue; for the leader merely seated himself at the table and gave
his guards time to take positions at either side of the table.
Please, be calm, he spoke in a mellifluous tone. We are only here to talk to
you. Nothing more; nothing less.
The shock of the anticlimactic encounter was fading away, as was his lack of
breath. The previous disappointment and hysteria was rematerializing into
curiosity, coupled with burgeoning fear.

My name is Dr. Allen Schwarzecoff. Im a psychologist from East of ___ Verdun.

A head shrinker. He should have known. So they were going to mess with his
head. Hadnt he gone through enough of that already?
Ive been sent here to speak to you. Its a pleasure to meet you, Macbeth.
He courteously extended a hand for Macbeth to shake, which was accepted
apprehensively.
Likewise.
How have you been feeling recently?
Schwarzecoffs question was met with a scolding stare from Macbeth. The former
attempted to work around the awkwardness created by the silence of the latter.
Ive heard news that youve been creating a significant disturbance in the night.
The jail warden informed me that you scream about your late wife and
Duncan
I think thats hardly what you care about.
Why wouldnt I?
Why would you?
The silence bought Macbeth time to weigh up his chances. He liked them. He had
this man where he wanted him.
Because Im here to help you.
Macbeth felt uneasy. Maybe this man was really here to help. His defences were
finally weakening.
Please, Macbeth, tell me about whats bothering you.
I cant stand it anymore! He slammed his fists against the table. Every night I
see my wife. Every night I see Duncan. They come to me in my sleep and they
keep hassling me. At first it isnt very bad. But then Then They go into a
massive rage. They scream at me Why did you kill me? I tell them I didnt mean
to. I tell them I didnt want to. They dont desist. Theyre unrelenting. They
scream louder. They wont stop.
Macbeths head drooped down and tears began to aggregate on the table.
You clearly feel guilt, even for your wife, whose death I understand was not your
causing. Why, then, do you feel guilty?
If I hadnt listened to her; if I had been a stronger man, then maybe she would
still be here. I let her push me into believing the prophecy. I let her push me into
killing Duncan. I never wanted to do it. But once I had. All that greed and power
it was unfathomable and I wanted more and more and it was never going to end.

It was as though I was sitting by at the back of my mind, urging myself not to do
these atrocious things, yet I couldnt control my body anymore. Something more
powerful than me took over.
His head craned further toward the table and he wept. The psychologist watched
Macbeth, silent and understanding.
Im sorry, Macbeth. None should have to endure this. Im sure there is a good
man inside of you, and that is what we must focus on, in now of all times. Please,
tell me more about this prophecy.
Three fortune tellers visited me and foretold a prophecy which stated that I was
to kill Duncan and my best friend. They said that thereafter I would become king
of ____. I didnt believe it at first, but Lady Macbeth, well, she did. She pushed me
to believe it. I never wanted to. I never wanted to kill anyone. And the final part
of the prophecy: the fortune tellers said that I would someday be killed by a man
who ___. Ive lost almost everything already. If I die, then Ive lost absolutely
everything. I refuse to believe that my destiny is predetermined , but Im so
afraid. These dreams. This existence. Its terrible. It wasnt like that when I had
power.
He knew that Schwarzecoff had instantly dismissed him as a deranged lunatic.
He saw the belief slowly becoming implanted within the mans mind as he had
spoken of the prophecy.
Thank you, Macbeth, for speaking to me. We shall continue this meeting on
another day.
With that final dismissal, Macbeth knew that he would continue to be considered
a madman. He would not escape from this prison. The guards proceeded over to
Macbeths nearby vicinity and aided him in rising from his chair, moving him
across the room and through the door. As they arrived on the other side of the
door they had not anticipated the arrival of the deranged lunatic with a knife.
This man was not born of ___ . His mother had died giving birth to him. He was a
lost soul. A complete madman.

Pious

- find a place to use this flamboyant word

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_ Macbeths dreams
_How Macbeth feels about the crime he committed
_Why he committed it

_How Lady Macbeth coerced him into killing Duncan

_ How he fled from the authorities in ___ and made it to ___ safely.
_Then Schwarzecoff will ask him why he committed these acts of cruelty against
humankind and he will talk about the three fortune tellers and the psychologist
will assume that he is undergoing hallucinations as a result of the stress that he
is experiencing due to the nightmares/guit associated with the crime.

Themes
Guilt
Ambition
Madness
Natural and the unnatural
The difference between kingmanship and tyranny
Supernatural
Power, greed
Violence
Betrayal
Good vs. evil

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