Oh, you thought killing would make them see you.
You thought blood would make you important.
God, that’s cute. That’s adorable, actually.
Because even now, standing here in court,
you look like the last kid picked in gym class.
All that planning. All that stalking.
And still—
you couldn’t even do it right.
Kaylee fought you, didn’t she?
Maddie screamed?
Xana scratched the shit out of you?
You were getting beat up by girls.
By women a hundred times stronger than you’ll ever be.
That must’ve really stung, huh?
Little man with his little knife,
thinking he’d be a god.
But the only thing divine about this?
Is the justice.
And maybe the irony that the only girl who ever touched you
did it with her nails.
Let’s talk about your fantasies, Bryan.
You had it all planned out, didn’t you?
She was gonna be helpless.
Terrified.
You’d control everything.
But in the end?
She fought.
They all fought.
And now I’m here,
spitting fire in your face,
while you sit there shackled like the flaccid little failure you are.