She walked into her apartment, the lights were off but she had long since memorized the layout. With the nightlife of Go City starting up for the night, the city lights illuminating the relatively small space through the living room window, she walked straight, past the kitchen on her right, hooking left and down the hall. She turned right, staring at the door in front of her, putting her hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath she sighed inaudibly and let go of the knob. She turned around and went into the bathroom. Shifting right, she placed her hands down on the counter top and stared at herself in the mirror.
She was disgusted in the woman looking back at her. Her usually perfect flaming red hair in a disheveled state, her eyes looked back at her dull and emotionlessly, and her lips ever so slightly red. As she turned on the tap she saw little bruises starting to form on her neck. She stroked over them lightly with her fingers, still gripping the counter with her left hand, she started crying. Slowly sliding down to the floor, she started sobbing quietly to herself, the tap still running, drowning out the noises she made.
After she could no longer cry, she picked her self up off the floor, went to the toilet and forced herself to throw up. Trying to make herself feel clean again, from the inside out. She walk back over to the sink once she could no longer purge anything from her stomach. Looking at herself, puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and bile still sticking to her chin, she proceeded to make herself look half decent. Taking eye drops, washing her face, brushing her teeth and combing her hair.
She walked out of the bathroom, and again she took the doorknob without opening it. She steadied herself, preparing for the worst. As she walked in, she was slightly surprised, yet relieved, to find her room almost exactly the way she left. The only thing that had changed was that her girlfriend of three years was now sleeping on her left side, facing the wall. She smiled to herself sadly, as she walked to the bed. She got in, snuggled up behind her girlfriend, putting her arm around the woman's hips, and breathed in her scent. She nuzzled into the woman she loves' long black hair, as felt hot tears silently, slowly making their way down her cheeks, she nuzzled more into the woman and gripping her tighter. Only thinking one thing as she fell asleep.
I can't believe I cheated on her.
Sorry if its kind of awkward, it's my first time writing since high school and I'm more of a visual person