Hope Mikaelson. Thats the name she was given at birth. But, it's not the name she goes by now. The Mikaelson's got Bonnie Bennet to put a spell on Hope so that their enemies couldn't find her, as she goes off with Rebekah, safe from the enemies tha...
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"I, I keep a record of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mine They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night."
"Nightmare" by Halsey
|| Hope Salvatore's Point of View ||
A bright light clouds my vision, my hand going up and attempting to block my closed eyes, the light still finding a way to get through. Turning my head away is the only way I can get away from the light, but all I can see are different shades of white. Only hearing a loud beeping, I turn my head to the opposite side - finally seeing some other things. A table, something metal, two chairs, and... a pair of legs? Trying my hardest to look up without looking into the light, the whole world seems to finally tone down and the light wasn't as bright as before. Dad's sitting in the chair next to me, his head on the chair next to him, sound asleep. Now with my vision back, I look around the room. An IV, a heart monitor... Great, so I'm in the hospital. Why- Oh, wait, nevermind... It was the people that, well, either broke into the room or just apppeared. I'm not sure anymore. Carefully taking the IV out, the way I've seen mom do a few times, I quietly walk past dad and out the door, spotting a nurses desk. Perfect place to ask exactly what I'm in for.
"Do you need help?" One of the nurses at the desks asks me, typing somethings into her computer, but smiling at me nonetheless.
"Kind of? Not exactly- um- I just wanted to know why exactly I'm in the hospital..."
"Name?"
"Hope Salvatore." She looks up from her computer.
"The Hope Salvatore?" Nodding, very confused, I just gave her a smile.
"Yeah... That's my name..."
"I work with your mom a lot. She talks about you and your sister a lot. And my son talks about you too." She lets out a little laugh, smiling at me, before noticing the confusion on my face. "My son goes to school with you-" She clarifies, typing more different things into the computer.
"Oh, really? What's your sons name?"
"Mom..." Someone says, catching their breath behind me. Unwillingly, I let out a sigh, immedately knowing exactly who it was. "Hope? What are you- Why are you at the hospital?"
"That's what I'm here to find out." I don't spare him any glance, just giving his mom a smile as she reads the computer screen.
