Paul Berman

11/14/2013
Period 2
Act5 scene 1
All I could think that moment was goddamn, whyd it have to be her! something must
have taken over my body because before I knew it I had jumped into the grave, caressing her
pale, cold body. First my father, now this. I honestly knew not if I could handle being in this cold
world alone. I was in a fit between rage and misery, my only sister, God why!! And then I
heard a noise pierce my ear.
Bullshit! Look at this acting, you know nothing of pain like Ive felt booms a man,
charging to the grave. My head raises, I see a figure running towards me and before I know it,
hes in the grave. Were exchanging blows, in a mix of emotion we grapple. I see flashes as his
arms are swinging and reaching
I feel disgusted, how dare someone defile my sisters memory like this. Youre the
Devil! Get off me! I get out, still struggling and barely processing anything besides.
You know nothing, I should crush you right now between my fingers! Its me! Hamlet
the Dane! he yells. I now hear Horatio, trying to corral Hamlet and hold him back, but Hamlet
is already as deep in this grave as I am.
Gasps are heard throughout the crowd, I cant process what I hear, but Hamlet mutters
off on his sorrow, his eyes rolling backwards as if he were posed. I swear I see in him a ghost, a
madman, a spawn of the devil. I feel large hands grab me, pulling us apart and up out of the
grave.
Break it up! Guards! Claudiuss voice echoed throughout the cemetery. An outcry of
rage in his voice.
I kept screaming, now I was angry this fool has disgraced me sister. I will have his blood.
I will put him into the earth with his father just as he has done to mine. At that moment I knew
for certain that I would kill Hamlet.