Act 3 Scene 1

Romeo’s Diary – Entry 4

Dear Diary,

            I can feel my heart beating in my throat. My hands are trembling, and the dagger is still clenched in my sweaty palm. I’ve been running for what seems like hours, my thoughts are incoherent, but I have one goal; I must get to Friar Lawrence’s cell. He can help me there and hopefully he lets me hide. I hate to burden him this way, but I doubt he would deny me of his protection knowing that it could put my life at great risk. Mercutio’s words keep echoing in my head. May a plague strike both your families! I should’ve never let my guard down. I let Tybalt stab Mercutio from under my arm. I protected him while he killed my lifelong friend. Maybe Mercutio was right all along, I was letting Juliet soften me.

            No, how could I say something like that? Juliet would never do something to harm me, not on purpose. It’s me whose always been a crybaby. I’d spent weeks crying over Rosaline. I have always been this way and it’ll be my downfall. Romeo, get a hold of yourself. It’s no time to self-loathe, not when you’re about to be executed.

I think I see the Friar’s cell.

Romeo