The Sad Truth

I believe I'm the only person who knows the truth about Ophelia's untimely death. Although some, like Laertes, would like to hold my sweet Hamlet fully responsible, he was not the driving force behind her death. I followed her to the river where she went to have some time to herself. She was still acting all loopy and crazy because of the grief she felt for her father's death. She kept chanting things about different kinds of flowers as she picked them from the riverbed. Then, she got this determined look on her face as if she had found a new flower that she really wanted. She began digging for it in the bottom of the river with her toes, watching carefully as the water cleared. Then, out of frustration, she reached down into the river with her hand to pick her prize. I saw her struggling to keep her chin above the water. I wanted to help her, but there was nothing I could do. The water swept her under and trapped her in the undercurrent. I waited helplessly for a few minutes, then saw her body float to the top at a distance. The poor child should be on her way up to Heaven right about now.