Everybody Wants To Rule The World

005

"Marie, wake up." A voice filled her ears, and she could feel herself fighting to stay asleep.

"Marie Henderson, wake your ass up. We've got to go to the morgue." It was a man's voice, and when she peeked her eyes open she saw her boss standing over her.

"Hop?" She asked, and he nods his head. She groans as she sat up in her bed, the sheets bundling up around her chest.

"Where do we need to go?" She asks him, and he sighs.

"The morgue," her eyes widened for a second at his response, "for Will." He finishes, and she sighs.

"Yeah, I know. Let me get dressed, and then we can go." Marie tells him, and he nods his head and walks out of her room, shutting the door behind him.

Her head was pounding now, most likely due to the amount of crying she had done the night before. So as she stood up, she could tell that she was in the same clothes that she had worn the day before.

Quickly she peeled those clothes off and walked to her closet, pushing aside shirts and sweat shirts. Finding one that she loved, and had actually been gifted from Joyce.

It was a sweater, a light cream color. Joyce had decided to give it to Marie for her 15th birthday the year prior, as a thank you for how often she was watching Will.

She smiled sadly at the memory, and pulled the sweater over her head. Then she turned around to go to her dresser looking for pants. Once she settled on a pair, she grabbed her Converse and headed out of her bedroom into the bathroom that was in between her room and Dustin's.

Quickly she put some deoderant on and sprayed her favorite perfume, and combed through her hair with her fingers. She grabbed her mouthwash and garggled some and spit it out.

She was quick to run out to the living room, where when she arrived she saw Hopper standing near the front door. Dustin was sitting next to their mother, eyes red and puffy.

"I've got to go," looking down at her little brother she smiled sadly, "okay? I'll be home in a few hours." Dustin and her mother nodded their heads.

Walking towards Hopper, Marie still was holding her shoes and when he opened the door for her she squinted as the sun hit her eyes.

"Joyce and Jonathan should already be at the morgue." Hopper said as he opened the truck door for her, and she pulled herself into the vehicle. Once inside and pulled her socks on, and putting her Converse on and tying them.

"He's really gone, isn't he?" She quietly asks Hopper, and he turned to look at the teen.

She looked rough, her eyes were still red and somewhat puffy, he could tell that she had just pushed her fingers through her hair. Her choice of clothes showed she didn't even want to try and make sure she looked presentable.

"Yeah, he is. I'm so sorry kid." He tells her, and she shakes her head.

"We promised Joyce that we would find him, and we did," her voice was shaky as she could remember exactly what he looked like in the water, "we just didn't find him the way we all wanted to." She finished, and turned to look out the window.

She could feel the tears coming into her eyes, and she didn't want to cry in front of Hopper again. She didn't want him to think that she was weak, or afraid of what was to come next.

So he began the drive to morgue, silence filling the truck. It was odd, never was it this silent in the truck when the two of them were in it. Marie was usually very vocal, telling him about everything she could possibly think.

When they pull up in front of the morgue, they see Jonathan's car sitting in front of the building. Marie looked at the vehicle and saw Joyce in the passenger seat, her heart breaking looking at Joyce.