Freya

2_A Life Story & A Bombshell

Quilandra's POV

Before I continue...who am I? In all honesty I have been so many people, fake identities of course just to go out to crazy parties, be in fake relationships that I knew wouldn't last to begin with. If you asked anyone about Quilandra Altramirano, they would tell you I don't exist, unless there's someone else who goes by the same name. Sometimes I don't even know who I am myself, the only place where I haven't been in disguise is in my own house....I mean in the Moncloa Palace which has been my my home for the as long as I can remember but somehow doesn't feel like it is. Why am I living in a Palace?What is my life really?

For starters, my name is Quilandra Altramirano, the only daughter of Spain's Prime Minister Raphael and his wife Jocelyn Altramirano and I'm the sister to the wildly famous Di' Angelo Altramirano. Wow? Exciting? Not a exactly.....my life is not all bed and roses like you think it is or should be. It's draining, it's lonely and it's depressing and that's hell for me. I'm not exactly known here in Spain, I've not exactly been the type to go out, I barely remember the last time I attended a function with my parents much less the last time I actually went on playdates or made real friends. I mostly spend time holed up in my studio, a habit I created as soon as I could hold a paintbrush.

Art is the only thing that can somehow describe me, well it's the one thing that has been with me and I know no one can take away from me. Spain itself has unknowingly taken away my parents, their time for me, their undivided attention that should have been for me and somehow I feel like it has taken away the love too. The whole world has taken my brother, he barely stays in one place for a two weeks, always on the lookout for the next exciting place even if it's in the deepest parts of Africa. So you see my life has always been lonely, my parents are devoted to their country, my brother barely has time to concentrate on staying in one place. Sitting around, waiting for my parents to notice that I was hurting only hurt me even more and it took a lecture from my brother for me to realize that in this life you either accept things as they are or you keep hoping and crying yourself to death. So I that's how I started painting, drowning myself into it until I was exhausted so that I didn't have to think about the family I had but didn't truly have. It worked, I would forget about all my dreams for a perfect family, a normal childhood which was of course wishful thinking on my part but I couldn't help it. Not when I saw people on social media with their families, happy, content and knowing that no matter what they would always be there for them and I couldn't say the same for mine.

I thought of how it would feel like to go on holidays....not ones where your parents gave you a vacation alone, no friends and still surrounded by bodyguards...I don't even why they did that, but I asked them to stop. I just wanted family holidays, to have my parents ask me how my day was , to talk about random things like boys, prom, have dinner together as a family. Maybe it was knowing that it was not by choice that they didn't have time for me that made it hurt, that made me hope that one day we could have that. Sure they tried, a few dinners here and there, a movie night or even breakfast together whenever they could of course but it never lasted, they'd be gone so early in the morning that I'd think it was all a dream.

At first I thought they just didn't care but then one day I overheard Gracie's conversation with my mom, I was ten years old then and I had a cold. Gracie had just started working as my bodyguard and my mom kept calling her the whole day so she kept checking up on me to report back to my mother, but I pretended to be asleep the whole time, I guess I just wanted a little sign and that was it. I realized that they did care, in their own way at least and them bringing Gracie into my life is the best thing that they've ever done.

I'm not so much of an outgoing person, I barely have friends and the only friend I have is Gracie. And now that I've been shot, I doubt I'll ever make any. Gracie is not only my bodyguard, she's also a qualified doctor which doesn't make sense why she's out here babysitting me. She's so fun to be around and I don't know how my life would have been if she hadn't come into it. I would probably have died sooner from sadness. She has kept me grounded and maybe she's the only one who can really tell me or anyone else who I am because I don't know either.

I don't know if I'm the girl who stays indoors, painting her life away or the rebel who ditches her security team , going around dating boys for three weeks with a fake identify. Or now I'm a target, I'm a dead soul living because someone wants me dead and I don't know who. I haven't wronged anyone, I barely know anyone if I must say, so to have someone who wants me dead has created a painful world of fear and agony. I barely sleep, I can't even function properly anymore, it's as if my world has become a real life movie and I'm at the centre of it all. I didn't know I'd feel so unsafe , so scared especially in a country run by my father.

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"Your father wants to see you " Trina says laying out my sweats on the bed. Is Gracie that mad at me? "Where is Gracie?" I ask Trina one of the maids. "She's in your father's office already Miss" what is going on? I hope it's nothing bad." Do you know what it's about? The meeting of course?", "No...I don't know Miss" she replies. "It's okay...you can leave and tell my father that I'll be there shortly" and she leaves. I quickly get dressed and go to my dad's office. What could be so important that they haven't left the house already. "Please sit down Quil" and I quietly oblige. "What is it dad, mom, Gracie and why are you all worried? I'm fine....I'm not going to some therapist, I'm not crazy and I'm  completely fine, these nightmares will go away" but something tells me I'm not going to like what he's about to say. " You are going to become someone else" what?no, and I just laugh it off. "Dad there's still time before Halloween" I say inbetween my laughter but the serious looks on their faces has me opening and closing my mouth in confusion. "What your father means my dear is that we're going to send you to America as a different person, which means you are going to become someone else, you're going to have a completely new identity" my mother calmly says. What in the....? No way... absolutely not.
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Another treat for you. I'm going to try updating as often as I can..