Desiree
I never made it to Figi. Which sucked because I'd never been, and I was excited. I went...I don't know why I went. I woke up in the middle of the ocean.
I had a parachute that, had apparent kept me afloat?
I don't know. My mind is a bit of a mess.
I seem to remember something... It was a party. Yes! It was a party. And I...I got on a plane.
With a man.
What was his name? It was...it was....
Ah! That's it! It was David. David Patella. He's my fiance. I think, maybe we got married? Then where is he?
And what am I doing here alone?
And why dont I remember things?
And where is...
Where is my Dad? I sit up, huddling in my little makeshift floaty. Whoever did this, did it on purpose. They must have spent hours tying it together, and blowing air into it.
Was it me?
I look ahe
