Cursed by the gods

I befriend an ash person

My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up letting out a groan before I rubbed my eyes trying to adjust to the light flooding onto my face. 

I let my eyelids drop again before I slowly lay back down taking in a deep breath as I tried to hold onto the images from my most recent dream with no result. It was a more borderline nightmare but I'd take that over drowning in an ocean any day. 

I had never had that dream before but somehow it felt familiar, it was almost like I had dreamed about someone's life, helplessly watching through a memory from their perspective, it definitely felt real enough to be that. 

I sat up again opening my eyes to get a proper look of the room since the night before I didn't bother to take in my surroundings properly. 

Above me along the walls there were long glass windows with light steadily flowing through. On either side of me were beds running all the way along the wall, evenly spaced and identical to mine with a metal frames and thin mattresses with two pillows and a duvet plus a little bedside table on the right side of the bed, along with a pushed back curtain that hung from a rail right next to each bed.  

All the beds were empty apart from the one on the far right side of me, where someone was lying on their side facing the wall and it seemed like they were fast asleep, I couldn't recall seeing anyone else last night so I guessed they must of been brought in after me, I shrugged it off and carried on looking around.

On the other side of the room, it was pretty much the same layout apart from the left corner which instead of beds had cabinets and boxes that were probably filled with medical supplies.

Right next to the cabinets was the door that the doctor had come out of that I guessed was her room and next to that was another passageway and as far as I could tell it was probably where they kept the more seriously injured people that need operations and surgery.

I was about to try and see if I could figure out where the doctor was when I heard someone say,

"Hey," which immediately made my head shoot up in the direction of the voice, my whole body stiffening in the process.

To my surprise, it was the sleeping person who now looked very much awake and also seemed to be a girl and now that she was sitting up in the politest way possible, she looked like she had rolled around in ash and then proceeded to get run over by a car.

On top of that, her straight shoulder-length light blond hair looked singed at the ends and there were bags under her eyes so overall she probably didn't look much worse than I did when I had arrived at the infirmary last night. 

I looked up, making direct eye contact with her hazel irises about to give her a short smile when a shiver ran down my spine as I was overwhelmed with the exact same strange feeling I had felt when I made eye contact with the detention boy which made me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. 

Did she feel that too?  

"Have we met before?" I quickly blurted out which made her frown at me.

"I don't think I've seen you before,"she answered not sounding completely convinced at her own words,"Are you new here?"

"Ya I am, I've been here about a month now," I replied.

"Oh I haven't been here much longer than you have, I've been here three months to be exact," She said cheerfully. 

"I'm Zoey by the way," she added. 

"I'm Charlie," I said awkwardly. 

"Nice to meet you, Charlie, so how are you finding Mabel Academy?"