The wind whispered to her. Slowly, quietly, she walked toward the bridge. The moon gleaming and the stars, like eyes, glaring upon her. Where she was going, she wasn't sure. But she was sure that she would leave her mark wherever she went.

She had to travel at night. While she loved attention, she despised human eyes watching her every move. Judging her as she walked by. At night it was just the sky watching her. The animals judging.

As she got closer to the wooden bridge, she searched her pockets to make sure she had everything. Arriving at the bridge, she took the bottle from her bag and doused the covered bridge. No one can blame that whom they did not see, she thought to herself. From her pocket she let loose a match, snapping a quick photo before continuing her journey.

The sun was beginning to rise, and she had yet to find a place to sleep. Tiredly, she built a small hideaway deep in the woods, where she could rest in peace.

As she slept peacefully, the town was in a panic. How could someone burn down a bridge without being seen? The whole town stared across the river, a look of confusion in each of their eyes. But all they could see were the ashes of what once had been a bridge and the small photograph laying in the dirt.

She awoke just as the town was going to bed. She covered her tracks and headed out. As she headed toward that next town, she came across a book. It had no title. Only a picture of a blank faced man standing in a cornfield appeared on the cover. Inside the book were pictures. They all looked strangely familiar. Each picture was of fire. She couldn't tell what, if anything, was burning. The book was not very long. And it seemed more like a personal photo album than a published book. Intrigued by the book, she placed it in her bag and kept walking.

As she went on with her journey, she became more interested in the book she carried with her. Deciding it was late enough that no one would be awake, she sat on the lighted porch of a small farm house. She inspected each picture carefully, imagining a story taking place in each one. The night was getting bitterly cold, but the girl did not notice. As she stared at one of the last pictures, the one she decided was a burning bridge, her eyelids turned to lead. Becoming more and more difficult to keep them open, she soon gave into their request.

"Hey, wake up! What are you doing here?"

"Oh...um, I'm sorry, sir. I-I didn't mean to fall asleep here. I was just using your light to read, I swear." she replied, rubbing her eyes.

"Are you okay, miss? You're looking a bit sick."

She looked up at the mans face and replied, "Uh...uh... yeah. I'm fine. I-I just need to get going." She got up and started quickly down the road. Trying not to drop her things, she ran to the cover of the forest. Laying her head on the cold ground, she quickly fell into a dream.

A deadly breeze came with the rising moon, awakening her from a deep sleep. She left, the blowing leaves surrounding her. She walked along the dusty road. Whispering songs she didn't know, to the people she couldn't see.

The world was watching her, but she paid no attention. She kept walking. She kept walking until she came upon something familiar. Something from her book. She opened the book. Searching for what she knew was there. Quickly flipping through the few pages of this strange book, she came to what she was looking for. The only picture not on fire. It was a cornfield. With a large tree in the middle. She looked up. Shocked by the image before her, she dropped the book. It must be some sort of a sign, she thought to herself. She opened her bag and retrieved the bottle. She walked slowly, up and down the rows, pouring the dangerous liquid on the stalks.

The wind's whisper grew louder. The stars were sending down gazes of disappointment.

She stared at the ground as she walked. She had no way of seeing him. Not until she ran into him. Frightened by this man, she backed away slowly, eyes wide open.

"I've been watching you," the man with the blank face whispered.

Calmly, she struck the match, and tossed it to the ground.