Emily woke up with a start as she strained to see in the dim room the only light offered was by the moon through the window. It gave the bare room an eerie feeling as she rubbed her palms against her eyes in hope it would improve her vision as memories came crashing back to her. The red head sighed deeply. Casting a glance around the room as her eyes adjusted she slowly, Emily threw her legs over the side of the bed resting her elbows on her knees waiting for her legs to feel stronger. Her stomach swirled with alcohol her head banged with her mistake. Gingerly getting up, she proceeded to pick up her pink tights pulling them up her pale slender legs, then grabbed her black dress and slipped it over her messy hair. Finally she slid on her black heels, she felt disgusting. With difficulty she managed to zip up the dress although not completely to the top. Through the lack of light she tried to see her reflection in the mirror, she looked as awful as she felt. Firstly she attempted to sort out her before finally pulling her hair back into a sloppy bun. Then she ran her fingers under her eyes trying to take away the remaining mascara that had proceeded to run down her cheeks. The lip stick was tougher to remove from around her mouth, she licked her fingers and rubbed fiercely until it had faded some.
Her tummy lurched and she tried to recall the last time she had been this drunk and she remembered the event two months ago and the recollection caused her to sit down on the chair in the corner of the room. That had been the moment everything had gone wrong or rather everything had changed. One action, one moment of insanity or drunken stupid or perhaps a moment of clarity? Emily wasn't sure but she instantly felt nauseous. This wasn't her, she wasn't this person. She passed judgment of these people from her cloud in the sky now she had become one of them. Emily wished she had an excuse, a reason for her actions but she had none. It was time to flee this crime scene. So pulling together all the strength she had Emily walked to the door which let out a loud creek as she opened it. She froze, fear seeping through her. But it was too late the noise caused the person in the bed to stir and the last image Emily saw as she exited the hotel room was the person sitting up in bed watching her leave. Emily ran until she reached the elevator pressing the button to call the lift multiple times hoping in vain it might cause it to arrive quicker. She did not look behind her in terror of what she might see. Instead she waited until the doors opened and stepped inside. The doors clanged shut she felt her eyes started to burn as forced them to stay dry. She just had to keep it together for another ten minutes. "Be strong. Be brave." Emily told herself as though the little pep talk would calm her raging emotions. She needed to get out of here, she could feel her breathing start to get out of control and she suddenly felt incredibly claustrophobic. Eventually the elevator opened and she felt a wave of relief as she stumbled out taking a deep breath. Emily could hear the office Christmas party still going in the hotel reception. She just wanted to walk past the door unnoticed. However as she walked past with her head held low she heard her name being called, reluctantly she stopped and turned to face the person calling after her. "Where have you been?" It was Tony one of the guys from sales in her office. "I was looking for you earlier." "I just had to pop out." She lied. "Actually I've got to go." Her stomach was doing back flips and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep it together. He started to ask her another question about where someone else was but the buzzing in her ears prevented her from hearing his words. "Look I'm really sorry but I've got to go." Emily's heels echoed through the corridor as she ran away.
The cold December air hit her lungs hard. Emily tried to compose herself taking hard breaths but the tears that she had been trying to fight back began to explode down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away but it was a unsuccessfully fought battle and eventually Emily gave up all together, simply allowing them to flow. Slowly she walked to the side of the building down a little ally way for some privacy, not wanting anyone from the office to see her like this. 6 months. That's all it had taken for her life to fall apart. 2 months ago everythings had changed but on a Tuesday in June one event had forced her off track. She had someone. Someone she loved waiting for her at home and Emily smelt someone else all over her. "Fuck sake." she chocked out as she ran her hands over her red hair. Rooting through her bag she pulled out her phone to find a message that read: 'goodnight princess. I love you.' With those five words ringing in her ears Emily lent over and proceeded to throw up just missing her shoes. 6 months. 6 months and her world was falling apart. She looked down at her hand as her wedding band caught the light and the lost young woman tried to recall the events that had led her to this moment.
That Tuesday in June was just like any other day and it started like this…
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