The Darkness Inside Of Her

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My name is Michael Bank, I am currently a teacher in Harvard University. I've been teaching social science for a while now, almost four years. My life is not that full of excitement, I can say it is just as normal as society wants it to be. I was born and raised in Stowe, a small town in Vermont, but have been currently staying in a small apartment complex near Harvard. I cant complain about my life, why would I? I have  an amazing job , students whom love me , a nice car , a beautiful apartment , and women constantly throwing themselves at me , perfect right ? not really. Just because people see a well built man they assume they have the "perfect life" but to be true, nobody is perfect, we all have our history, we all have dark secrets buried in the depths of our souls.
1/14/2014

Today is my first day teaching in Harvard , I have dedicated my whole life for this moment , I can't believe this is happening ,  all those sleepless nights will be finally paying off . No matter how much I tried to prepare for this moment I could feel how anxiety built up inside my body. I could hear the principal introducing me to the students , but my mind was elsewhere , What if I don't do well as a teacher?, What if I realize I'm not good for this ? , What if I wasted eight years of my life?  "Ahem, Mr. Bank, are you okay? ", the principals voice startled me out of my thoughts "Uhh, yes "  I gave a reassuring smile to the students and the principal. I did the usual routine, present myself, ask everybody for their names and aspirations in life.  I gave a simple lecture and some homework. I felt like I did well teaching for the first time, I felt confident "it's going to be a good year "I said to myself.

*Next day*
"Okay students today we will be talking about religion, what is the first thing you think when you hear that word? and what are your personal thoughts about it ? "  The concept brought a lot of controversy in the classroom , for a moment I thought I had to step in and break the discussion apart , but it was interesting to see other peoples perspective in life . " Yes , you in the back " a hooded figure caught my attention  " Do you believe in God Mr. Bank " I couldn't see clearly who was asking me this question since they had a hoddie on but I knew it was a woman , " Yes , Yes I do believe in God our savior " a small chuckle escaped the mysterious woman " Really ? , so you are telling me that you believe that the world just magically appeared and that humanity was created by some dude that with a wave of a finger puff we were all here ? "  I decided not to answer her question and instead ask her one of my own       "Do you believe in Satan? "  The whole classroom was now silent waiting for her answer  " Yes I do , he is our real savior "  all the room went silent , everyone just stared at her with disbelief , I could hear whispers and gasps , the air got tense and it was very awkward now so I let everybody go  " class dismissed  ".

I waited till everybody was gone and when I saw the mysterious woman trying to escape I called out for her " You , hoddie girl , you stay " the woman stopped right on her tracks and with a loud sigh she turned around " Yes Mr. Bank " she said with a mocking voice " take a seat " without any hesitation she obeyed.