Chapter 6

Chapter 6

My vision returns as fast as it left. Theo is on the floor at my feet groaning.

“What was that?” I demand, stepping back from Theo and clutching my hand.

“The spark,” Theo groans out, and then he starts laughing.

“What does…” I start, but I'm cut off by my door shattering into pieces. Making me shriek and jump back further. A very angry-looking man stands in my doorway, breathing heavily. He takes in the scene in front of him. Dark hair hangs over his eyes but it doesn't hide the fury peeking out behind the dark locks. His hand shoots out towards me and his fingers strain as if he is gripping something, then my oxygen is cut off. I scratch at my neck, trying to remove whatever is wrapped around it that's stopping me from breathing but there's nothing there.

“Mason stop, I'm fine,” Theo croaks out and pushes himself to his feet before knocking the dark-haired man's arm down. Precious air fills my lungs and I collapse to my knees in relief.

“Josie, are you okay?” Theo asks, kneeling in front of me.

“Get… out!” I rasp between deep breaths.

“Let me get you checked over by a nurse,” Theo says softly, reaching out and touching my neck. His touch feels soothing but also hurts my tender skin. I smack his hand away.

“You heard the lady, get out Theo, and take that psycho with you!” a female voice calls. I look up to see a short, pixie-looking girl standing near my door, her hands are on her hips and she looks pissed.

“He didn't mean it, he thought she was hurting me,” Theo explains.

“She was hurting you!” Mason shouts.

“No, it was amazing. It was The Spark,” Theo exclaims excitedly. Pixie girl laughs in disbelief and Mason looks like someone just killed his kitten. His eyes land on me again and I swear I see murder there.

“Sure thing lover boy, everyone knows that's a myth. Go take your boyfriend and daydream elsewhere,” she dismisses. “And fix this damn door!” she adds coming to stand by my side.

“What’s The Spark?” I croak out.

“Forget about that for now, we are starting you with the basics, not myths,” she smiles, holding out her hand for me. I take it and let her pull me to my feet. “I’m Dorothy, but everyone calls me Dot. Mr Collins asked me to be your guide, tutor and bestie,” she announces with a salute. “Okay, you caught me, I lied about the besties part but we are going to be besties, I just feel it,” she almost squeals. I'm a little taken aback by her chirpy attitude and how fast she speaks, especially after just being attacked by the Damon Salvatore wannabe. I look over to my door and Theo and his murderous friend are nowhere to be seen, my door is also restored to its former glory, you'd never guess it had been shattered into a million pieces just moments before.

“My door,” I gasp.

“Mason fixed it, he's a grumpy, possessive jerk but he's also fiercely protective and he's great to have around when things get broken, granted it's usually him breaking them, but nobody is perfect,” she says with a shrug.

“If I ask you something, will you be honest with me because I'm about ready to lose it,” I ask as I begin pacing my room.

“Shoot,” she chirps, flopping back onto my bed and examining her bright pink nails.

“Is this a mental hospital? Because my mum has psychosis so maybe it's hereditary. After everything that's happened today I'm starting to think I've actually gone insane and all this is a hallucination and I'm a patient here, not a student,” I blurt out.

“Nah, it's a school for Greys. Unless I'm hallucinating too… What if everyone here is having the same hallucination and we all think we are at school but really it's a hospital? And Mr Collins is our hot doctor trying to make us all sane again. That would be hilarious,” she says laughing hysterically. I stare at her wide-eyed until she composes herself.

“Is that possible?” I ask. Almost afraid of what her answer will be.

“Nah. But I do like the idea of Mr Collins being a doctor, I'm going to call him that from now on. Now get dressed, or we will miss dinner, and you don't want to see what happens when I miss dinner,” she smiles sweetly.

“I don't have any clothes,” I say with a grimace. Dot gives me a knowing smile and snaps her fingers.

“Tah-dah,” she grins, and motions to my wardrobe. With a frown, I open the doors and look in awe at the now fully stocked rails.

“How did you do this?” I ask in astonishment.

“Fine, you caught me in a lie again. It wasn't me. Mr Collins told me he had stocked your wardrobe. Girl, you must have made a good impression on him. I've never seen him be so kind,” she says coming to stand beside me and bumping her hip against mine.

“Kind?” I snort. “He was anything but kind,” he must have brought this in whilst I was showering. Thank god I didn't walk out without the robe whilst he was here.

“Mmmhmm,” she mocks and pushes past me. She grabs a pair of very short black shorts, a black vest top and a red oversized hoody with Greys Academy embellished on the front. Then she opens a drawer and picks out some underwear before throwing it all at me. “Get dressed, let's go” she makes a shooing motion at me.

I take the clothes into the bathroom and dress quickly. Everything fits perfectly and I wonder how Mr Collins knew my size, especially my underwear. I push the thought of him choosing underwear for me from my mind, not wanting that embarrassment to add to the shitstorm of a day. When I leave the bathroom Dot is holding out a brand-new pair of crisp white Converse, I shove my feet into them and follow Dot out the door, ready to explore my new world.