Monologue of Lisbeth Salander.
Scene 1.
(Disclaimer: I don't own the Millennium Trilogy, or the beauts who run around within them. I do however own the books which are a bit battered at the moment.)
(Lisbeth is sat on her couch, cigarette in hand and a table is smashed in front of her. One hand is supporting her elbow and is shaking slightly . Her make up has run and leaves black streaks down her face.)
I... I know I should have expected it. Especially with my train wreck of past relationship disasters...But that doesn't mean it hurts less or at all. It just means that it hurts more.
(Sighs and stands, hands clenching hair and looking down)
I'm stupid. I'm so stupid and I can't- believe I fell for it. I can't believe I fell for him. I knew what he was like before! I wrote a fucking profile on him- for fuck sake. But I did it anyway. And I chased and I chased and I got him; so this is my reward for being selfish.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Lisbeth!
I deserved this. The nut house shouldn't have let me out. They should have left me locked me in my room and thrown away the bastard key.
At least Kalle bastard Blomkvist could have kept screwing his whore Erika in peace anyway.
(Lisbeth suddenly looks up to the audience, looking incredulous and shocked.)
Oh my fucking Christ. I- I'm blaming myself for him cheating on me. I'm fucking blaming myself for him fucking around! What the actual fuck?!
Salander, you've officially gone mental. Get the fuck out of your head and get a clue!
(Lisbeth begins to laugh cynically and gesticulates wildly)
How fucking dare he! He knows the shit I've been through! He knows! Yet he'll carry on with his mistress like a fucking hobby! Jesus. It's not my fault. He knew what I was like too; a sociopathic freak. He could have said no when I pulled off my dress... He could have carried on with that Vanger woman too and let me get on with my life as well.
I'm not conventional but who the fuck is he to decide what's right and wrong? Of course keeping a mistress when you're both married to different people is normal.Fuck you Blomkvist. Fuck you.
I need to get out of here.
I need to get out of here now.
(Lisbeth starts to pack her belongings into a bag, rummaging through drawers and dumping their contents into the bag)
Let's see how he deals without his hacker now. I'm a fucking billionaire.
Who needs a pathetic fake detective anyway.
Who needs a man?
I need an island.
AN. Please please read and review, It's all needed for a college project and your reviews would be so so helpful!