Apartment 21, part 3

I f**** hate Sasha and I hate the fact that I was weak enough to fall in love with her. 

She was supposed to be one of many, the girl that I shagged and then moved on, but that didn’t happen. 

She made me want her, and she awakened the craving for something else, something more than just sex. 

If I want her to see me for who I am, the real Dexter, then I have to bury the obnoxious part away and show her. 

The problem is that my soul has been harvested by demons that hunt me in the night, waiting, expecting for me to give up and be a part of that dark world, a world off nightmares a haunting presence surrounding my every core….