Phoenix Wright doesn't always look in the mirror. And he wasn't going to today either. He can't look himself in the eyes. Not after what he did last night.
Although it happened in an instant he can still remember every single second.
The adrenaline, the rush, the now insatiable hunger. Phoenix looks down at his now trembling hands. Phoenix was so curious if he was able to do it he never really thought about the consequences of his actions.
Phoenix walks to the kitchen to make his morning coffee. On the table was a half drank mug of joe and his paperwork for this weeks court case. Another murder trial. It was very obvious that his client didn't do it. But he's gotta put on a show. Phoenix puts his hand down on the paperwork, straightened the papers and put them in his suit case. He's gonna finish looking at them when he gets to work later today.
Phoenix picks up the half empty mug and turned around. His eyes locked with the fridge, half opened, and dropped the mug shattering it into bits of glass and stale coffee. He forgot to clean up the mess. What would mister Edgeworth think of him if he saw this mess. Phoenix, now paranoid as ever, flung himself towards the closet to get as many rags and towels as possible. What he did last night made him feel so ashamed. So frustrated and embarrassed. Phoenix wasn't carful, too into his own mind to be paying attention when a shard of clear glass cut his hand. He winced at the pain but kept cleaning. He reached over and grabbed his trash can and starting shoveling broken glass and Pickles into the trash can. He then set a bottle of olive oil upright and on the counter.
Phoenix heard a knock on the door. Miles Edgeworth walked in after a second. Looking down at his own red coat for he had found a stray piece of lint. When miles got himself lint free his head snapped up and immediately locked eyes at Phoenix. Miles saw Phoenix sitting on his knees, right hand bloody and dripping. Phoenix started to have tears in his eyes embarrassed that Miles saw his mess.
Hesitant Miles asks, "what in the world has happened to you and why is there pickles all over the floor?!"
Breaking down and sobbing Phoenix responds, "Last night I was trying to see if I can fit my hand in this pickle jar and it got stuck, so I used olive oil to loosen my hand. When it did it shatters on the floor and I was too embarrassed fo do anything so I just went to bed!"
