On the morning of March 13th, I soon awaken from my peaceful sleep to the thought of my father’s death. This depressing thought leaves a knot in my stomach as I try to rise from the prostrate position. I gradually make my way to the bathroom and stare straight into the mirror admiring my reflection. I stand there pondering on the thought of my father’s death and how it will affect the rest of my life. Today is the day I have been dreading terribly for the last week. About a week ago, my mother Gertrude informed me that she was to marry my Uncle Claudius, which quickly caused me to become enraged and angry with her. I thought to myself, “How could she do this to my dad?” or, “Why is she so quick to remarry?”. I let this thought sink in my head for the past weak as I hoped this day would not come.
It is the morning of my mother’s marriage, and I manage to get dressed in my nice black suite that my mother requested for me. Although I do not approve of this marriage, I decided to abide by my mothers request and clean up for the wedding. It is now around noon, and the wedding is going to begin soon in the garden of our privately owned castle. I am hesitant to see my mother before the wedding due to the fact that I could snap at any minute. I remain isolated and out-of-the-way for the next few hours as everyone is running around frantically to prepare for the cermimony.
After long deliberation, I then make way to the garden. As I walk down the halls of out castle I catch a glimpse of my mother in her wedding garb. I move with haste in order to avoid eye contact, so I will not have to converse with her before the wedding. As I continue to the outdoor wedding venue, I start to spy various relatives and family friends that were arriving for the wedding. Witnessing the guest file into the rows of chairs for the incestuous ceremony that is about to take place irritates me to no end. I feel as though I am the only human being in the right mindset to object to this newfound love.
I suddenly hear the pianist strike the first key to begin the melody that will accompany the wedding party as they walk down the isle and file in to their designated areas. Then, everyone ascends in unison for the revelation of the bride. Queen Gertrude descends down the outdoor cement stairs in an off white ball gown that shows off her figure but is not too revealing for her age.  The beauty of my mother takes my breath away but the thought of her hasty marriage to Claudius still circles in the back of my mind.
My mother meets Claudius at the end of the isle and I cannot even bear to look at the two marriage candidates.  As the ceremony continues, the two confess their love for each other through vows and I sit patiently. Then, the official asks for any objections to the marriage and I was not able to hold in my intense disapproval of the marriage that was about to take place. With the whole audience silent, a sprung up from my lawn chair and shouted, “I object!”. “I am Hamlet, son of the Queen and I insist that my mother is making a terrible mistake with which she will regret in the near future. By marrying my Uncle she is betraying King Hamlet by marrying his biological brother.” As I finish my proclamation, every one is silent including the marriage official, my mother and my uncle.
Finally, after the awkward silence sufficed, I walked swiftly away from the wedding venue without looking back. I could feel the anger building up inside of me towards my mom for not saying a word because she knew what I was announcing was the truth. I became overwhelmed with anger because my mother was too concerned about her new and incestuous love rather than her own son.