My Misconceptions

Time Is Running Out

WOOP WOOP!!! Okay, before you guys kill me, I have an excuse for not posting earlier....I got lazy...sooooooooo....merry Christmas? Oh, btw, this chapter wouldn't have been finished with my friend, dropsofargent , help. Thanks Em, I owe ya. Oh, and the picture above, that's Emma :3

Moxie's POV

The stuffed bear fell from my shaking fingertips, landing on the soft, fuzzy carpet of Indigo's room. Its beady eyes stared unblinking at me, taunting me. I just couldn't grasp the reality that she was really gone. I wished that she would still appear out of no where and follow me like how it used to be.

I had pretended to be annoyed, scared even, at how she'd always be able to find me. But that was just me being Moxie Heart. I'd had this facade up. This I-couldn't-care-less attitude, Dylan being the only one who saw through it. Now all I wanted was for her to be here, to not say anything, just stand there and let me know she was okay.

But, I should know from experience there were no second chances. Indigo was killed because I opened my mouth. She wasn't the one who was punished, I was. Now I have to stay here, with the weight of her death bearing down on me.

I screwed up.

Sobbing, I fell to my knees, grabbing the bear and clutching it tightly. A dull ache bloomed in my chest as the loud sobs racked through me, a raw feeling crawling up my throat. She was gone.

She was gone.

I slowly got to my feet, doing my best to dry my tears. I wiped my wet fingers on the side of my shirt and let out a strangled sigh. I'd have to face everyone soon enough.

Holding the bear tightly in my arms, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. But I quickly froze when I saw Dylan leaning against the wall, looking at me, his dark eyes tinged with sorrow.

"Dylan? What are you doing here?" I winced slightly at the pain-filled crack in my voice.

He sighed. "I've been waiting for you. Moxie, you can't keep torturing yourself by going in that room everyday."

"I can't help it."

Dylan shook his head, but then his eyes landed on the stuffed bear in my arms. "Moxie." He sighed. "You're just putting yourself in more pain by doing this."

I looked at the bear in my hands. "You don't understand..."

Out of all things he could've said, I expected Dylan to say "you're right, I don't," or just walk away. But there was a reason why I fell in love with him.

"I know I don't Moxie, but I hate seeing you like this, it pains me." His hand brushed over my cheek. I swallowed hard, still clutching the stuffed animal. "Let me help you get through this."

I nodded as my eyes brimmed with tears. "Dylan, I-"

I lurched forwards suddenly, falling into Dylan as the ground rumbled. We weren't even in the ground floor though, we were on the 116th floor like always.

"Holy shit." Dylan muttered as he caught me. "What the hell was that?"

"I-I don't know."

And just like that, the alarms went off. Dylan immediately grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me to run with him as we sprinted for the living room.

"Dylan! Do you have any idea what that was?"

"No clue babe. I think we'll find out as soon as we get into the living room."

I nodded, fear flowing through me. I had a feeling it had to do with Godfrey. He's been more of a shit head than usual.

We entered the living room and noticed that everyone was already there. They all surrounded by the television, watching the News. Will stared at the screen intently and a paler than usual Emma watched it in horror while Scott stood beside her.