Stranger Things Imagines

Will Imagine

The day was grey, not a comfortable shade to color the sky. Even the clouds seemed to be down with something, someone like you would notice. That's one of the many things Will loved about you. It was never your appearance, or sense of style that he loved most. It was the fact that you noticed the clouds were down.

But today, there was a reason for the cold shivered shadow feeling that seemed to follow you, not the cold air, but the burden of a funeral. Specifically Wills funeral. You put on your best clothes, you were hoping to save the black dress for the snowball, but was forced to use it today instead. You looked in the mirror.

A cloudy gloss covered your eyes, tears streamed down your cheeks and it hasn't even been the funeral yet. You could only imagine the casket now. A casket with a dead body is never pleasant to look at, but the sense of a child, not even lived to their full potential just had a more chilling feel.

You mother walked into your dark room. She gave you a pitiful passing glance to the curtains, which were drawn, and pulled them open revealing the soft sunlight. You watched her in the reflection in her mirror, you appearance blurring to your eyes trans fixed on her.

You watched as she walked up behind you and placed her small hands on your shoulders and gave you that same look, you hated it. "Wear your pearls today." She ordered in a soft tone.

"No, I want to wear my locket." You answered, looking into her soft but threatening eyes. The locket was a gift from Will, you always wore it, everyday, and you especially wanted to wear it today. She tiled her head and looked strait back at you in the mirror, her eyes never leaving your own.

She pulled your shoulder back gently and turned you round. Facing her, you decided not to look at her face, knowing well what it would look like. "Look at me." She stayed simply. You continued looking at the floor, refusing her power. "Look at me."

You thought to give in and just look already, but deciding took too long and was cut short by her once gentle touch became aggressive and forcefully made you look at her. A large amount of a silence and tension was present.

Her fingers left your shoulders, straitened out and flew across your face. The forceful impact moved you hair covering your face leaving you awestruck, panting from fear.
Leaving nothing but an echo.

She leaned in close to your face, close to feel her breath on your eyelashes. Her gentle touch creepily retuned, moving the hair from your face, revealing your distressed expression.
"You will wear your pearls, you will go to that funeral, and you will behave." She sneered.

She stomped out the room, slammed the door, leaving you waist deep in anxiety. A single hot tear rolled you your cheek and down your neck still dumbfounded by what had just happened.
You reached up to the back of your neck, in clasping the chain and removing the locket.

You stared into nothing as you reached back up to your neck to re-clasp the pearls. You wiped the tear, and although your crying stopped, even the clouds weren't as depressed as you.

The car ride to the grave site was long, and painfully quiet. You didn't dare say a word, your mother was probably too ticked to say anything, and your farther just simply didn't want to get involved. You looked out the window hoping to calm yourself, but the sight of Hawkins without Will just wasn't right.

You stood around the decorated wooden casket like everyone else. You stood and listened to the priests words and thought that no one could ever know your relationship to Will like you did. You were each other everything, but everything good comes with a price and had that ripped away from you before you were ready.

You stood next to his friends, also your friends.
Mike, Lucas and Dustin. They were whispering about something but you were too busy staring at the box that held the body of your best friend. Eventually the funerals guests moved inside where everyone could eat from the table and console each other, but you?

You were still outside, left and forgotten by everyone else. You played with the necklace that trophied your neck and felt anger bubble up from your stomach. You then looked at your pocket reaching in to look at the locket in your palm. You brought anyway just to have it with you even if you couldn't wear it.

With as much anger in your stomach you ripped the beaded jewelry from you neck, watching each singular pearl fall off the expensive chain and onto the grave yard grass.
With not a bit of hesitation you shuffled your shoe on top the pearls rubbing it into the dirt.

You looked down at your palm once again opening the locket, a picture was revealed of you and Will together, cut out from an old Polaroid photo. It featured both of you plastered with the biggest smiles, in front of your old elementary school on the first day.

You smiled a bit, tears escaping your eyes. You clamped it shut and a determined feeling was replaced instead of anger. You began walking to the forestry behind you, beginning to run. Deep into Mirkwood.

Y/n L/n. Reported missing. Last seen on the date of 11/23/83. Wearing black dress clothing.