Chapter 2: Frida Henrietta Anderson / Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson

The name Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson is a well-known name for me, but the memories that I associate with that name are hurting a lot, even now, I have to say. I mean I know everything about her; her life, family and that is because I was Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson in my previous life.

Yeah, I really was the crown princess of Ireland. I loved my “job” as a princess and was fulfilling my duties around the castle. And now everything is coming back to me, since that new teacher started talking about it.

Since all that is in my past now I shouldn´t bother, right? Yeah, well it is not that easy to forget what your past life was like, especially not if you liked it. I loved my life actually.

I had two siblings; an older brother Georg Henry Anton von Davidson and a younger sister Enya Rose Estelle von Davidson. I loved my sibling dearly until the day I died in the sweet age of 15.

You´re probably asking yourself; why did she die so early in her life? Well, my father killed me. Yeah, you read that just right, he killed ‘his own’ daughter. Why? One day I found out that my father, William Roy James von Davidson, wasn´t actually my ‘real’ father.

He wasn´t able to have children, but he wanted to have children so much that my mother, the Queen; Lilibeth Penelope Violet von Davidson, had to figure something out. So, my mother kinda slept with my uncle or to be previse my biological father, her brother-in-law, Williams’s brother; Alexander David Oscar von Davidson. He was the father from all three of the Queens children. It always felt a little strange with William being my father. I think all three of us felt strange being told that we are his children. But what could we have done about it, anyway?

I never felt close to my ‘father’, the king. But the king always held something for my brother that I never understood. William loved Georg and preferred him constantly. He was treating Enya and me different also he never loved or even like us girls. That, of course, was hurting my mother since she just tried to make him happy with having children. But instead of being happy to have children, he sometimes even hit me. He even tried to hit my little sister. Of course, I couldn't let him do that, I mean who would I´ve been if I did have let that happen. Just God knows that I did everything in my willpower to protect my little sister.

Once I told him that nobody would ever hurt my little Enya as long as I would live and that he should be glad to have three such wonderful children. I also told him what I just found out. Seconds after the words blurred out of me, in my range that he was once again about to hit the holy hell out of me, he took one of his shotguns and shot me into the chest. I stumbled back to the next wall, holding my chest and gasping for air. He hadn´t quite killed me yet, but in his had control over my body or what was going to happen next. Then he pressed me his gun into the hand and left me there for dead. And with that my life was over, once and for all.

Maybe you are asking now, why did she liked her life so much if she was like constantly abused from the king? Actually, that is a very good question. I loved my life because I was happy with what I had. It maybe wasn´t much, but it was enough to make me happy; Two wonderful siblings, a genius best friend, a loving mother, a great uncle/father and a job I really liked to do. eyes, I could see that, that would be his next job to full fil. So William took me out to the garden, to the place I loved to be. It was under an old cherry tree that was giving me such comfort throughout the time. I was sitting against the tree with my breathing not even close to okay, my chest was hurting, and the wound was bleeding like hell. I was about to pass out by that time, so I didn´t really

Maybe my previous life wasn´t perfect, but I was always positive that once I would have become into a higher position in the castle, the king would be more respectful towards me and my sister. George, my brother, never wanted to be become the king of Ireland, he would have preferred to stay the Duke of Ireland. He loved the jobs he had to do as a Duke. In the line of succession, the place he wanted to take was meant for me, but I wanted to become the Queen of Ireland. A few years before I go murdered, we agreed that we would take each other’s place after the king would have died, so both of us would have the positions we wanted to have.

***

As the memories of my past were running through my head, I was sitting on my desk in my current life with tears streaming down my face as I was holding onto my amulet that was hanging around my neck. The amulet is the same that I had in my past life. The Queen gave it to me as a child, before I went on a trip with my grandmother. In the amulet were two pictures the first picture was a picture of my prior self and her, well my, two siblings. On the second picture was the Queen with her three children.

I was an emotional wreck by just thinking about my past self and life. The only thing that gives me some peace right now is that my twin sister, Clara, was my best friend in my previous life. Clara, who was Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai the princess of Japan, somehow helps me cope since I realised that I am no longer in my old life. And the best thing is that we both remember our past life’s that was how we figured out who we were.

Even if we seem to be distant, we are incredibly close. I can tell Clara everything and she understands everything, and she is always supporting me. And I do the same for her. We may seem to be two totally different people, we are, but still, nobody and nothing could break us apart. Our personalities are the complete other different from each other’s. She can scare people away very easily and seems to be rather cold, somewhat angry, bitchy like, loud and unreachable. While I am always smiling, being kind, shy, silent and always happy.

Clara was sometimes a rebel and isn´t always that easy to handle. I am mostly the only one who can calm her down. Sometimes she gets in trouble in school and mostly I am the one who has to get her out of trouble. I always try to talk to her before she gets in trouble once again.

Some of our teachers and classmates are scared of her, but also of me. Once there was that girl who started a fight with my sister. That crazy girl started calling us the cruellest names you can imagen. In that very moment the both of us got the same instinct-twin-thought and started to hit on her emotionally and physical. Clara was beating literally the holy hell out of her, and I was beating her emotionally with giving her a peace of my mind. Both of us were discarded from the school for two weeks, had to apologise to sweet little Abigail and got grounded for about four weeks. That was like the only time my current parents where like really disappointed in me and didn´t knew where that was coming from, since I was never in such trouble ever before and never ever got into a fight. I was normally the one settling the disputes and getting my sister out of trouble.

***

I felt crushed and wasn´t feeling too good as I got out of my memorial thoughts about my previous life. I don´t know what to do or think anymore. I am just a too sensitive person for all of this shit. I couldn´t think straight anymore as I was pacing back and force in my room on my way to have a panic attack mixed with a mental breakdown. These kinds of things happened a lot, especially when I am overthinking. That’s why my parents are kinda overprotecting and always worried about me. Who wouldn´t be? My mother is a very caring person and I like her actually, her love sometimes really helps me; the same goes for all three of my siblings. In my current life I have two other siblings besides Clara. We have older twin siblings; Leandra Juliette Anderson and Dana Nick Anderson.

But sometimes nobody could help me. My room was on the second floor in the end of the hall, far away from where my parents were currently. My older siblings weren´t at home, since they are both on a college across the country. And Clara didn´t really care what I did as long as I wasn´t really bothering her, but if I really would need help, she is always there for me. All that gave me the opportunity to break down completely and with no one to care about what I did in that very moment.

So, I let all my emotions out in loud screams, tears and throwing pillows, blankets and cloth across my bedroom, little living area, closet and bathroom.

***

My “chambers”, as I still call it, are painted in light colours of blue and grey. It was in a modern style, but not in one of those cold, more icy-like designs, that all the other extreme rich people had. It was like somebody actually lived there. In my closet was a door that lead to my twin sisters “chambers” when you open the door you step right into our designing room. In that room we are designing our cloth. Clara can enter the room from her closet too.

When you walk into my chambers you are standing right in my little living room. On the left side there where big windows that let in a lot of light. Before the wall that cut my bedroom off of my living room was a rather big comfortable couch and on the opposite wall just a few feet´s away from the entrance, there was a big TV hanging on the wall. On the opposite side of the big windows where the entrance to my closet and next to the door where a little dresser where I kept some important stuff for me. Right next to my chambers door there was a little table where I keep my keys and stuff like that.

The wall that was behind my couch just got to two thirds into the room, but I could push a swing door to close that space, if needed or wanted to. When you walk through even that opened space you were standing right in my bedroom; you were facing my bed. Which stood right next to two full length windows, which gave me not just an amazing few of the sunset it also where the doors to my balcony. On the left side where big windows again, in front of which bay windows where with two little benches to sit on. In between the two big windows where a bookshelf in which I kept my books. Behind the wall where my couch stood, was, on the bedroom side, my desk with all the school stuff around it. Between the bay windows was a little table where some magazines were laying around. On the end of my bed was a bed bench where some of my cloth where laying, mostly my PJ´s and stuff like that. Opposite from the windows where the entrance to my bathroom and next to the entrance were another bookshelf with DVDs and pictures on it. There also stood another dresser with some of my accessories.

***

Now I was sitting on one of my bay windows and was crying my eyes out in order of my break down. It took me a while until I catched myself, so I dried my face and splashed some water into my face in my bathroom.

The makeup I was wearing was all over my face, so I cleaned that mess up, so I was looking like a normal person again. After I went back into my bedroom, I heard footsteps on the hallway outside my chambers. Then there was a soft knock on my door, I jumped almost out of my skin. Nobody can see me with those swollen and red eyes. I run to my bay window and sat down.

“Who is it?” I asked in a loud voice after I cleared my throat. “It’s me, Mom. Can I come in, please sweetheart?” my mother gently asked.

“I would rather be alone actually. Is it something important?” I answered, not really wanting to talk to anyone but still I was somewhat attended to the duty to always be available for my family. That was something I always did and took with me from my previous life probably. I do everything I have to do to keep my family happy, even if I don´t feel comfortable or any kind of good with it.

“I´m a little worried about you. You never come to lunch after you came home from school!” she gently asked coming into the room.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, not seeing that Mom was standing on the wall that parts bedroom from living room. “Don´t roll your eyes on your mother, Frida Henrietta!” Linda, my mother, warned me before she got a closer look at me by coming over to me.

“So, tell me, what’s wrong with you? It is not typical for you not to be there for lunch without telling anyone where you are. Not even Clara knew where you where!” mom asked looking concerned at me.

“I am just not feeling too well, that’s all. But don´t worry, I´ll be fine!” I smiled trying hard not to let her see my brokenness.

“You have cried, haven´t you?” Linda asked immediately getting worried about me, once again a rolled my eyes on her with a soft chuckle.

“No, I didn´t. Why should I have been crying?” I asked with a gentle smile as I finally looked up at her.

“Well, I don´t know, maybe something happened in school that´s bothering you? Maybe you got your sister out of something, once again?” mom asked while she sat down by my feet.

“No, nothing happened in school. Clara didn´t do anything neither did I, nobody got in trouble or anything. We are both fine. I am just not that hungry at the moment, I´m sorry if I scared you, Mommy!” I smiled a little worried that I got my parents worried about me. I didn´t want that my parents are worried about me, since Clara is a bit of a bigger deal then I am. She is just not as easy as I am.

“I was just a little flushed that you didn´t join us over lunch. I just wanted to check on you. I know you aren´t really talking about how you are really feeling. And that worries me sometimes!” my mother told me.

“You don´t have to worry about me. I´m totally fine, I´m always fine. I was just working on my presentation for school!” I lied with a soft smile on my lips. Well actually it wasn’t even a lie, I was thinking about my old life, so I was like researching.

“As long as you are okay, then I am glad and relieved. What topic is your presentation about, honey?”

“It is about the crown princess of Ireland, her name is Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson, and her kingdom in general!” I smiled proudly at my mother.

“That will be very interesting, you love Ireland and history. What topic did you sister get?” mom smiled very interested in what we did.

“Her topic is the princess of Japan, her name Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai, and the kingdom of Japan also in general!”

“Wow, whoever gave you those topics has really picked out just the right topics for you and your sister!” mom smiled tenderly at me.

“That new teacher we have now in history said Clara and I would look just like Mary and Catherine. I don’t think either of us is looking like one of the princesses, do we?” I asked making my mother smile as she once again heard my British accent in my voice. I tried to hide that I had that British accent, but my mother really loved it and I honestly love it too.

“Maybe a little, but still you are my little girls and not those princesses!” Linda smiled and got up before walking to me and kissing my forehead before she left the room.

***

Sometime later I was sitting on my desk with my laptop open, looking for a design for my PowerPoint presentation. I of course found something that was even matching my topic and I was gladly taking it. Before I started to get down to business, I got myself some self-made banana chocolate ice, some water and started some music. For the next few hours, I was sitting over my desk getting all the information into the document on my laptop. I was putting topics together, got pictures out of the internet, put in some simple effects and got a “storyline” into the topic. It took me hours until I was almost done with the presentation.

When there was a knock on my door I looked up and saw my twin sister walking up to me.

“How is it going, sister? I assume that you´re almost done already, huh?” Clara smiled at me.

“Yeah, almost done. But it’s not like it is a hard topic. I mean I just wrote down what feels like my whole life. Wasn´t that easy, but it was somewhat healing to get over it in detail and everything!” I smiled with a sigh as I leaned back against the chair.

“You have been crying. Why?” “Just a little breakdown, nothing big. I was just a little too deep in my thoughts!” I tried to assure my sister.

“Yeah, I know, that topic killed you there for a sec, didn´t it? But don´t let the parents know!” “You won´t tell on me, will you?” I asked Clara giving her a serious look.

“Of course not, who do you think I am? I am not a blabber mouth, everything we tell each other stays between each other. The only time I would say something is when you were in danger, but since that is not the case, I won´t tell another dead or living soul!” Clara promised making me laugh.

“But I guess you didn´t just came over to ask me how far I am, or?” I laughed, knowing my twin too good.

“Of course not. Two things, sister; first thing it´s dinner time and you are late for dinner and I should get you!” Clara said pointing to the clock on my wall next to the desk.

“Oh shoot. I totally forgot and I am not even hungry!” I sighed as I saw how late it already was.

“You not hungry, since when?” Clara laughed as I rolled my eyes at her. “Second thing; since we don´t have school the next two days, maybe we could make some new cloth and think about clothing or the presentation?”

“Yeah, I would love that. I wanted to ask you almost the same!” I chuckled looking up at her.

“Twin-intuition!” we both laughed before we went downstairs to join our parents over dinner.

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