Two weeks later, I was able to leave the hospital, and I found out from the drive from the hospital to my new home that I'm now living in New York City. When I was ten years old, in my past life, I visited this city. Let's just say I didn't have a good time because when I came to the city, I got sick on the second day in New York City, and my old parents argue throughout the trip. But since I'm not an adult, I might try to find some joy in living in this city. Right now, I'm in my new home sitting in my room that is definitely a girl room with pink and purple wallpaper, some posters of fairy tale princesses hanging around the wall, a white desk with lamps, crayons, and a coloring book. The last in the room that stands out to me is many paintings and drawings. On the right side of the room above the artwork is a sign that says 'Hopes Art.'
Old Hope sure does love seems to like making art of her own. She was on track to be an artist before she ended up in the hospital. That leads to another point because, during my stay in the hospital, I kept on thinking that I took some innocent child's life before it even starts. I'm not sure if I could be the same Hope the parents raise. So that's why I'm going to live life to the fullest for Hope and do things we both never did in our life. Hell, I did digital art as a side job. I always thought I could be an artist, so I'll become an artist.
Mom comes to my room with a smile on her face. My new mom was a late twenties Korean with black hair, brown eyes, and was a bit short. She is wearing a red sweater, blue jeans, brown sandals, and black glasses.
"Hey Hope, are you glad to be home," said mom
"Yes, I'm glad I'm not in the hospital anymore," I said
"That's good. Do you remember what you like to do?"
"I like to draw,"
"Good, you're remembering. What do you like to eat for lunch."
"Hm, tuna fish sandwich,"
"I'll make some right now,"
"Wait, mom, can I ask you something?"
"Sure anything,"
"How did I end up in the hospital,"
Mom kneels to me "well, Hope you found some old device that has been in the basement for a long time. You turn it on, and it shocks you,"
"Wow, I didn't expect that," I thought.
"But don't worry, that device is now broken and out of the house it will not hurt anyone,"
"That's good,"
"Now I'm going to make you that sandwich," mom stopped kneeling and walked out of my room.
I wonder what that device was, but I guess I won't find that out soon. I do know one thing that is going to suck is going through puberty and school again. Since I'm now a girl, this will be a whole new experience that I don't want to imagine. I'm already causing myself a headache.