When you are reading this letter, I might be long gone. My name is Giselle Bettencourt, the great-granddaughter of the French heiress Liliane Bettencourt. I just turned 24 and had a grand party before I departed Paris for a vacation with my boyfriend to Cook Islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We were soon on our luxurious Boeing 727 at the airport of Charles de Gaulle and were very excited for our long trip to Cook Islands. It was a nice and sunny day in Paris as we flew in the direction of the Pacific Ocean.
I remembered vividly as the blue ocean and the green islands stretched across the earth surface. Hours later, we flew into the dark. I fell asleep in my boyfriend’s arms. Suddenly, something hit our plane and shook it violently. I had no idea what that was, so asked my boyfriend what was going on. He told me that we were facing some bad weather in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The plane was then falling in the midair. My boyfriend whispered in my ears and told me to calm down. He went to the back of the plane to release the lifeboat despite the strong wind. He yelled that if anything happened, he wanted me to jump on to that boat. He also threw me a life jacket and asked me to put it on immediately. Just minutes later, the back of the plane broke apart by the strong wind. I could not see my boyfriend anymore. I screamed for his name, but there was no response.
Soon I was floating on the lifeboat in the middle of the ocean alone under the dark sky. I had no idea where I was exactly on earth. I drifted for days in the ocean and finally something hit the boat. It was a rock and then I saw a piece of green land ahead of me. I was exhilarated because I would be reunited with civilization once again. When I reached the island, I screamed and cried for help. There was no response. I was out of luck.
I was hungry and thirsty. I missed my Chef Rataouille. I rarely knew how to cook and I was not even sure how to make fire. I had no choice. I ran down to the water with a stick in my hand and tried to catch some fish. I found some woods and stones and started making fire. Out of my surprise, I made my own fire. I used woods as racks to cook my fish and shrimp.
As soon as I fed myself, I sat on the ground like a stone trying to recall what just happened to me. I wish I could call my great-grandma to save me, but I had no phone with me and don’t even mention the Internet. I lost contact with civilization.
I reached for my necklace that my boyfriend gave me. I cried and cried for days calling his name. I lost the love of my life and I felt suffocated. I did not eat for days. My head was full of him as I laid down on the island alone. Without him by my side, I did not want to live anymore. I blamed myself for my inability to protect him. Since then, I cried myself to sleep everyday.
As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, I was still breathing and surviving. My clothes turned into leaves and my hair was longer. However, I felt that I was close to death because so far nobody had come to the island to rescue me. If I died, I would like to be remembered as France’s most famous young fashion designer. Although I did not have fabrics on the island I live on, I had enough leaves to make fashionable outfits. I saved some of my designs in the cave I lived in. I also drew out how I made these outfits in the cave because I hope one day someone would find this cave and spread out my name and my designs into the real world.
Today marked the one year anniversary of my stay on this tropical island. Hope someone would find me soon.
Lots of Love,