Spring Equinox
Overall, the coming warmer weather never really made Chase feel anything but sad. Spring meant May, and May meant her mothers birthday which, in turn, meant a trip to her gravesite. There wasn't actually anything buried there, but her father had been one who thought it would be a good idea. Closure, he'd told her and her brother once.
So every May 3rd, like clockwork, just after lunch they'd pile into the car and drive to Magnolia Cemetery to lay flowers on the empty grave, stay for a few minutes, and leave. Elliot was always fidgety, because he'd never known their mother and therefore found the trip pointless, and her father was often sullen and spent the rest of the day in his study, occupying his mind by losing himself in his work. Chase would be left to pretend that things were okay for them, that the awkward visit didn't end up turning their day sour. That her mother had died normally, by a normal house fire.
When she was sixteen she'd finally convinced her father to stop bringing her along on the visits. It had been something of an argument, but in the end her father had conceded, so long as Chase promised to visit herself.
She didn't.
At sixteen she'd turned sour. She'd stopped being able to pretend. Stopped being able to deny what had happened, and then her anger grew. She was infuriated with her father for not trying to get to the bottom of it. She began devising plans, began deciding that she wasn't going to visit a hollow coffin in the ground.
She was going to do something about it.
So when the Spring Equinox rolled around, closely followed by May, each year, it didn't make her feel anything but depressed. The thing about spring was it was happy, and Chase hadn't been happy since she was three years old.
Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven
So every May 3rd, like clockwork, just after lunch they'd pile into the car and drive to Magnolia Cemetery to lay flowers on the empty grave, stay for a few minutes, and leave. Elliot was always fidgety, because he'd never known their mother and therefore found the trip pointless, and her father was often sullen and spent the rest of the day in his study, occupying his mind by losing himself in his work. Chase would be left to pretend that things were okay for them, that the awkward visit didn't end up turning their day sour. That her mother had died normally, by a normal house fire.
When she was sixteen she'd finally convinced her father to stop bringing her along on the visits. It had been something of an argument, but in the end her father had conceded, so long as Chase promised to visit herself.
She didn't.
At sixteen she'd turned sour. She'd stopped being able to pretend. Stopped being able to deny what had happened, and then her anger grew. She was infuriated with her father for not trying to get to the bottom of it. She began devising plans, began deciding that she wasn't going to visit a hollow coffin in the ground.
She was going to do something about it.
So when the Spring Equinox rolled around, closely followed by May, each year, it didn't make her feel anything but depressed. The thing about spring was it was happy, and Chase hadn't been happy since she was three years old.
Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven