martin-50318854 @martin-50318854
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
