I’m Dexter and I’m not sure what I am. I just know there’s  something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s  there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I  feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight  him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love  me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark  Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected  to something else… someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things…  people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter.  It scares the hell out of me.

I’m Dexter and I’m not sure what I am. I just know there’s something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else… someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.

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