Iâ€™m Violet, and Iâ€™mâ€¦not sure what I am.
I just know thereâ€™s something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly donâ€™t talk about it. But itâ€™s there. Always.
This dark passenger.
And when he’s driving, I feelâ€¦alive. Half sick with the thrill, complete wrongness. I donâ€™t fight him. I donâ€™t want to. Heâ€™s all Iâ€™ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even…especially not me.
Or is that just the lie the dark passenger tells me? Because lately, there are these moments when I feelâ€¦connected to something else, someone.
And itâ€™s like the mask is slippingâ€¦
who never mattered before, are suddenly starting to matter.
It scares the hell out of me.