Oh wretched day

Act 4 Scene 5

What sick and twisted joke is this? I was only checking in on the girl to wake her up and begin to help her get ready for such a fabulous and wonderful day, completely unprepared for what I found in her bedroom. Poor, young, and innocent Juliet lying dead, DEAD, in her bed. Peaceful and restful, just sprawled out on top of her sheets and still in her clothes. Oh the sight, it made me drop to my knees, tears spilled from my eyes and yells of "Help!" came from my lips. It was simply not believable. There was no way that what I am seeing was actually true... I just couldn't believe it! As Lady Capulet rushed in and noticed her only daughter, dead and laid out on her bed, she also fell into hysterical bursts of sobs and uncontrollable weeping. In fact, I do not think I had ever seen the Lady like that before. I had never seen her let her guard down completely, or show that amount of emotion. She had never really shown that amount of emotion towards her daughter anyways and I was surprised by how much she was affected. As the poor woman fell to the ground in a heap of crying gasps, I had flashbacks of when I lost my only child. My baby.

Indeed, Lady Capulet lost her only child; her only daughter and her baby. I feel for her loss completely and I hope and pray that the dear girl has a safe journey up to His kingdom. Oh my. I do not believe that she is gone. Her poor father too! Dear Lord Capulet simply did not know what to do with himself. He stood there at the foot at her bed, completely dumbstruck and unable to speak, and stared at her lifeless body. Woe is me, I could not stop crying. And the County Paris himself seemed at a loss of words and did not know how to comfort the Capulets nor show his feelings toward what he was seeing. Poor guy! His soon-to-be wife, taken by death's selfish hand. Selfish, selfish, selfish death indeed. Thank goodness for Friar Lawrence who calmed our pitiful scene and gave us comforting words. He convinced us to go to the church and ushered along the poor Lady Capulet away from the room to help ease her sorrow. Not at all did I suspect any of this when I woke up this morning. In fact, I hoped of a wonderful marriage and a joyful day. Jealous and selfish death took it away so fast... poor poor Juliet.