Something was telling me to go back to Lilith Blvd. It’s like I want to know more about other stuff. Where did this bridge come from, and how did it grant things? Why did that voice tell me I would regret getting on the bridge? It has to be more about this bridge. Pulling up to Lilith Blvd, I got out of the car, took John out of the car seat, and put him in his baby stroller. When approaching the bridge with John, I could remember when Dorris said she found the bridge. When getting on the bridge, the wind started to blow, it was very cloudy looking I could smell rain. Feeling the cold wind flow through my hair. I got this redoubtable feeling that I shouldn’t have come back here. I was getting apprehensive, my hand gripped tight onto John’s stroller, for some reason it was like somebody was trying to get John off the bridge. It was tugging on his stroller. I quickly took John out of his stroller.

He was very calm, and he didn’t even cry at all. I held him in my arms, looking down at him. It seemed like something was wrong, he wasn’t smiling. Something was very off about him. I held him in my arms and walked toward where Dorris fell over the bridge’s ledge. I really want to know where the bridge came from and what it is. I lifted him up in the air. He sadly looked at me like he knew something bad was going to happen. I held him over the bridge, and our eyes locked in on each other. Tears streamed down his cheeks, he started kicking his legs in the air nonstop. John, I’m so sorry I love you with all of my heart to the depths of my soul. I had hesitation about letting him go, but something odd happened. My arms were being forcefully pushed back to myself.

They are no longer extended out over the bridge. It must be Dorris keeping me from dropping John over the bridge. What am I doing? This isn’t even like me at all. I feel like something is controlling me. I would never want to hurt John. I feel like I’m another mom to him. I slowly started walking toward the end bridge. I felt a cold gust of wind flow past my ears, hearing a voice say, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, give me an offering.” That’s the bridge’s voice. It was very soothing but soft, pleasant like a melody. I looked over the bridge and looked down at John in my arms. I kissed him on his forehead he smiled at me. He no longer had tears running down his cheeks. I smiled at him and threw him over the ledge. I heard the wickedest laugh come from the bridge. It sent a shiver down my spine, followed by goosebumps. 

“What would you like to know?”

“Well, what are you? And where did you come from.” 

“I am a deity, the death goddess, and a warrior.” I was aiming to advance through the ranks in order to compete with the other top warrior goddesses. Until a skirmish on the battlefield injured me. But that’s a little too much for me to tell you.

“Others? What others? There are more of you?” 

“That’s all I have for now.” If you want to acquire more, you know where to find me.”

I’m going to have to find my next victim. I crave it, thinking that if I make an offering to the bridge, I no longer recognize myself. Greed has taken over my body, and I no longer feel remorse for my actions toward baby John.