2nd Season Dexter
So you don’t think I understand your addiction. I couldn’t possibly feel that need …like a thousand hidden voices whispering “this is who you are” and you fight the pressure.. the growing need rising like a wave…prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed. And the whispering gets louder until its screaming “now” and it’s the only voice you hear…the only voice you want to hear. And you belong to it – to this shadow – to this dark passenger.
I know there is something dark in me… I hate it… I don’t want to talk about it but it is there always- this dark passenger as you call it. He is driving how I feel, alive but half dead…sick with the thrill of the 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…actually, especially not me…. Or is this just a lie the dark passenger is telling me. Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else…someone else… its like the mask is slipping and things….people….who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter and it scares the hell out of me.