Tears streamed down a dirty face, her hair was a mess, covered by a hood, red tangles falling down her face like blood. She had just left Calvin at the hospital, had just fallen onto the ground, mud splattering her face from the April rains that had come that day. She had lain in the mud for what felt like days, until she managed to pull herself to her feet, and walk. The whole time she had been running her hands through her hair, twisting it, pulling it, knotting it into the mess it was now, her tears had started about two hours into her walk, at first it had been a simple, numbing walk, a walk that she had simply wrung her hair to tangles, and walked, one foot after the other.
But two hours in Chase had let the emotion hit her, watching her husband, her love, sobbing on the ground, apologizing for something he hadn't done. A flash of green, ending a life that was far to young and innocent to have stopped. Water, so much water.. water was how she would end, it was meant to be that way, water had killed her family, water had been falling the day Katie had been taken away, she had gone into water on the last happy day she had ever had, a day that had involved Nessie the Loch Ness Monster, and brownies.
Water was her enemy.. water was supposed to be the symbol for cleansing, for healing, for change, but the change it had brought her was nothing good, the cleansing had taken away what was good inside of Chase's heart, and washed it away, into the mud that lay plastered onto her face, washed the good and let it fall down into the mud at her feet, mud she slogged through, mud that was slowly sucking her dry, taking her hope, her love, and her wholeness with it.
She was dying, she didn't know what from, but life was slowly taking her down, she couldn't handle it, the pain, the suffering, the endless amounts of torture and pain.
Sometime in her mindless walking, Chase had found herself enter the Leaky Cauldron, out the back, tap the bricks and head into Diagon Alley. She tripped and stumbled through the rain, finding her way up the steps into Gringotts, where she spent a good hour putting her finances in order, making sure Calvin would be well cared for, and most of her money would go towards Hogwarts, and whatever was left would be spent helping find a cure for werewolves.
Chase stood on the top step of Gringotts, her will in her hand, already drenched by the rain that was pouring down onto it, making the words fade away. She would have been worried if she had not seen them place an exact copy into her vault. Chase slowly stumbled down through Diagon Alley, and then into the place where she knew rotten things lie, the place where she belonged inside. Knockturn Alley. Chase stumbled through the mud and the muck, tears pouring down her face again, but the rain washed them away as easily as it had washed away the mud, washed away what was good and decent inside of her, and let it fall to her feet, never to be felt again, even though it clung to her, she couldn't feel her clothes, and she drifted, lifeless, into the dark streets that summoned her to her death.