“I'm not sure what I am. I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's always there, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete sin. I don't fight him, I don't want too. I'm beyond terrified to. But he's all I have. 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 else... Every time I go to the mirror and check to make sure I'm still here... when I look in the mirror, there's a monster hiding in the mirror. When I lean in close he comes nearer. I see his reflection... his figure... in my eyes. He looks deep into my eyes and sees the fear. Hush baby, hush. he whispers. You are the only one who knows I'm here. You are mine, and nobody else can help you. Close your eyes while I peel back the skin and you slip into the void.”
