Oh, yay. A depressing one shot. Please ignore that the type of story is also the title. That was NOT my intention. I'm not that unoriginal, lol. The fact that the title and the type of story have the same name aren't related. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy~ :)

Disclaimer- I don't own Ace Attorney or any characters in this story. The story is by me but all other's belong to Capcom.

Maya Fey

One Shot.

One. Shot.

And he was gone. There was no suffering, no crying. Not even a yelp of pain. There was one shot, one bullet. And he was dead on the floor, gone.

It didn't even go through my mind what I was doing until he was gone physically. That's when I knew. What had I done? The handcuffs on my wrists made soft clanking sounds whenever I moved. Every once in a while I would look around and wonder how I got here. How my life had gotten to this. What was I doing here? What did I do? All I know is that I'm in trouble. Deep trouble with a capital T.

Why did I do it? What was I thinking?

I have no idea.

I killed my best friend. I shot him smack in the face and killed him. I didn't even know I had done anything wrong until he was on the floor of the office, bleeding and dead. In the same spot where my sister was killed.

Sis... I wanted to channel her. Ask her why I'm like this. But I can't. I have to write a letter to her for her to understand. There's no possible way to do that with metal on my wrists.

The few seconds after I pulled the trigger was like a maze. I thought it was a dream, I was in lala land. But I fell back into cold hard reality. The gun was dead weight in my hands, so I dropped it. I don't think I even bothered to try to save him. I already knew he was dead and there was no going back. I must've known. I do however remember the call.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"I... I just killed my best friend."

"You... killed your best friend?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I did. Now he's dead on the floor. And I'm in trouble."

"Miss, where are you?"

"In his law office. Or apartment, you could say."

"What's your best friend's name, ma'am?"

"...Phoenix. Phoenix Wright."

I don't know why I did it. When I think of Nick, I can't even fathom what kind of horrible he could've done to make me want to kill him, but I'm insane. I must be insane. There's no sane person who would kill their best friend, savior, and even possible soul mate. For any reason at all.

But I did.

I don't know who the prosecutor for my trial is going to be. If it's Mr. Edgeworth, I already told him that I'm guilty. When I said that, he wouldn't even glance at me. Wouldn't say a word. He just looked distantly down the bleak hallway, cold hard gaze set in his eyes. I heard him punch the wall before walking out.

I don't blame him. I killed the person who changed his life as well.

Nick had a gun locked in the highest drawer in the office. His father had advised it and bought him the gun, just in case. Nick thought he'd never use it, never even wanted to use it under any circumstances. I never thought it would be used either. But it had been used, by me. Little did Nick and his father know that that gun would be his downfall.

Now I'm sitting here in the interrogation room, surrounded by mirrors that I know are one way. Clinking my handcuffs every few seconds, waiting for Detective Gumshoe to come in.

Nick wouldn't be here to defend me this time. Things have changed.

Those things changed when I pulled that trigger, and they'll never be the same.

It only takes one shot for your world to come crashing down.

What did I do?! Please don't hate me! You can call me evil or whatever you want. Just please review! :)