Diary of a Lost Woman
By Amara
O the horror! How can I bear this pain? This sorrow, caused by the deaths of my dear brothers, Etocles and Polynices. Each killed in the clash of war, by the other's hand, they have left us to be with the gods. With only my dear sister here on this earth, how will I survive this tragedy? But I must not forget Creon, my uncle, now king of Thebes. He has said that great things will come to our homelands, after we have survived this, this horror of a war. O, is this the curse of Oedipus, my father? Is it fate itself that has taken two dearly beloved away, to the heavenly lands of the gods But I wonder, is it right that the gods in heaven are the ones to receive my dead kin when they control the fates that snatched them from our grasp?
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I cannot put into words my emotions. My dearest sister has just condemmed herself to certain death, trying to save the spirit of Polynices! Creon has given specific orders that Etocles will be given funeral honors because he died protecting Thebes. O dear Polynices! I mourn you so, and my grief is not eased any by Creon's orders. He's stated that you shall not be buried, that your dead body is to be discarded in the desert. He wishes the worst for your spirit in the afterlife! O dear family, I do not see how I can possibly help you! Antigone, you know I wish you only the best, and that no harm should come to you for what you will do! I fear for your life, sister, Creon has promised death by stoning for anyone who dares to disobey him and bury Polynices' body!
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This uncle of mine, this king of Thebes! Despicable! Creon's views are terribly distorted, I see that now. I at first believed he was correct in his thinking that he should be obeyed, but he has gone too far. My sister has been caught in the act of burying Polynices, which has, unfortunately for Antigone, caused Creon to think even more highly of himself. I fear now not only for Antigone, but also for myself, as Creon has assumed that I played a part in the burial of Polynices. Antigone refuses to let me take any of the blame for her crime. O dear sister, I am so afraid for you, yet proud as well: proud to know that I am your sister.
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Will this horror ever end? I have lost my brothers, my mother, my father, my aunt, my cousin, and now my sister. What have I done to deserve this mental anguish, this torture? Is it even something I have done? Can this be the curse of my father, Oedipus? All I wish is to receive now are answers. I must have a reason - an actual reason, not prophecies and speculation - for why this has happened. I know not how long I can take this. Nor do I know how long it will last. Curses never end, but I...I have nothing left to lose.