Chase bit her lip and watched as they left. The door closed with a snap, and Chase took the moment to look around the room. She grabbed her bags and started towards Sophia's room, pulling her stuff down the hall, glancing into rooms she passed. Finding where the bathroom and whatnot were, and then discovering Sophia's room. It was obviously hers by the decorations, and she pulled her stuff in, setting it in a corner, she sat down on the bed carefully and looked around, wondering where she would be staying while she was here. She promised herself that she would get an apartment the second she figured she was healed enough. It felt almost like a dream at the moment, after all of that had happened just last night, now she was here, everything was so sharp, so clear and cool. She wanted to scream with how ironic it was. She didn't deserve to be here, sitting in Sophia's room.
Though Chase realized, she rathered it was her that had stayed alive, instead of say, her sister, or brother. They couldn't have handled it, all of the stress, they would have been put into either an orphanage or a foster home, and they wouldn't survive in another house hold. They were to used to having so much money, they were spoiled to much. They wouldn't survive, so she was happy in a weird way. That she was the one to have to deal with all of this, she at least, could live on her own, spend the money how she wanted, and continue life, they would have had so much more to go. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her arms circling her stomach as she sat on Sophia's bed, close to tears.