A/N: I posted this on the OC forum, so I figured that I might as well post it here as well. Please don't forget to leave a review. Thanks!

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Marissa stared down at her hands, her tiny fingers wrapped around the deadly weapon. She sunk down to the floor, still grasping the gun.

Trey stared at Marissa in disbelief, and for a split second, before he fell to the ground, they made eye contact. In his last few seconds, he came to a startling realization. He was going to die. He collapsed.

Ryan was in immense pain. He had heard the gun shot and knew exactly what had happened. His brother was dead. He staggered over to Marissa, who was crouched down on the floor, silently weeping.

Seth and Summer rushed into the room. What happened? This question was immediantly answered once they took a quick glance around the room. Trey was on the floor- a puddle of blood gradually surrounding him. Marissa was also on the floor, her hands still clinging on to the murder weapon. Ryan was now leaning against the wall, evidently lacking the strength to stand. His nose was bleeding and marks were already visible on his neck from when Trey had been choking him.

"I'm going to go call my dad.." Seth said, desperately yearning to get out of the room. The feeling of being in the same room as a dead body- or, what he assumed was a dead body- was greatly disturbing.

"Are you okay?" Summer crouched down on the floor next to Marissa. "Sorry," she said. "Bad question." She wrapped her slender arms around Marissa's trembling body. "But you will be."

"You did the right thing." Ryan said reassuringly, attempting to give her a sense of comfort- if that was possible at this point. "I'm sorry you had to be brought into all of this.."

Marissa looked down at the gun, still lying so fragilly in her hands. She could just imagine the new reputation she would aquire. 'Marissa Cooper- the murderer' She tried to take her own life, and now she's taken someone else's. She finally took her eyes off the gun, and looked up at Ryan. He was staring back at her, the bloody mess that he was. Anything was better than losing him, even if it did mean murder.

"My dad," Seth said, appearing in the doorway. "Your dad," he continued, pointing to Marissa, whose eyes were still locked with Ryan's. "Your mom, the police, the ambulance.. All on their way."

Summer was the only one who seemed to acknowledge Seth's presence. She nodded, not knowing what else was appropriate.

"I think I'm going to wait in the car." Seth said while looking at the wall. He needed something solid to focus his eyes on. He did not want to see Trey or the blood that was still continuing to appear on the floor. "Being in the same room with a dead body? That kinda gives me the creeps."

"Cohen!" Summer exclaimed, startling Ryan and Marissa, who were still in somewhat of a daze. "What is the matter with you?" Summer demanded, emphasizing each word.

"I'm sorry." Seth ran his fingers through his mass of curls. "I've never been in this type of situation before, I don't know how to act.."

Summer sighed. "Please just don't say dead body. It makes this seem too real."

"It is real." Marissa finally spoke, her voice trembling. "I killed him.." she continued, convincing herself more than anyone else. "Using this gun." she held up the weapon while tears continued to run down her face. "I am a murderer."

At that very moment, a police officer ran into the room, followed by several others. "Was that a confession?"

Marissa pursed her lips together, unable to say another word. She had said enough.

Within the next few minutes, the gun was taken away from her and a pair of handcuffs had been placed securely around her wrists. Despite objections from Ryan, Summer, and Seth, she was read her rights and hauled away in a police car.