I've been working at the factory for five years now, it's not exactly my dream job but it pays the bills and I get to be around some pretty interesting people. When I'm not on shift I love spending time with my mates down at the pub or out at the park with a picnic blanket and a bottle of wine.

Growing up was tough, there were times when things got really bad at home but I learned to deal with it all by myself. Mum was always working double shifts just to keep food on the table, so it was just me and my little sister trying to make ends meet. We didn't have much but we made do with what we had and that's probably why I'm so good at fixing things and DIY-ing.

I've got a few secrets in my past too - like the time I used to sneak out of the house and get drunk down by the river or how I had to drop out of college after getting pregnant with my ex. But I don't let any of that hold me back, I'm a strong girl and I can handle whatever life throws at me. Want to hear about what really happened when I got kicked out of school?

I don't remember much about my life before the day I found myself standing on this desolate road with nothing but the clothes on my back and a few scars that tell a tale of their own. My name is Julia Pic, or at least that's what I've been told it is, by some people who claim to know me better than they actually do. As for how long ago that was... Well, let's just say I'm getting older but not any wiser.

People often ask me about my past and I usually shrug it off as something best left forgotten. The truth is, there are things in my life I don't want to remember - or at least things I'd rather forget. What little I do recall usually seems like a dream, full of fragmented images that dance around the edges of my mind like fireflies on a summer night. Some moments stick out more than others though: like when I lost my favorite book in the woods and how it felt to be left all alone with nothing but silence for company.

I try not to think too much about those things, as they only bring me pain. Instead I focus on what's happening now - or at least what will happen next. There's no use dwelling on something that might never come back anyway. But sometimes it feels like the memories are clawing their way out from beneath my skin, trying to break free from whatever holds them captive in there somewhere. It can get pretty overwhelming when they finally do manage to