The Demon Within Essay

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The Demon Within

He had a need. His hunger was painful enough to drive him to madness, to commit
unspeakable acts, yet he would stop at nothing cure it. It engulfed him; it made his body
swell. However, from a distance I could never have noticed any of this. My roommate and I
were innocently on our way home from the library late one evening when I noticed him
stumbling slowly down the road. At first glance, he appeared to be more of a zombie from a
scene in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" rather than a disoriented boy on a deadly mission.
His ragged white t-shirt hung loosely off of his lanky frame as he waved his arms and
mumbled something incomprehensible to us as we drove by. Having lived in Charleston for
the past three years, such a sight was normal for me. Since I was currently residing on
Morris Street, a section of town known for being less than safe and comforting at night, I
felt that the several tons of steel that surrounded us in the form of a car was definite
protection from any type of danger.

Without giving the street wanderer a second thought, I pulled up to the curb in front of
our apartment and turned off the ignition. As we were gathering together our books, I
began to wonder exactly what he was trying to say to us. Was it important enough for him
to come ask again? I decided this to be a possibility and checked in the passenger side
mirror before I opened my door. I leaned over and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the
reflection of two dirty tennis shoes approaching along the sidewalk. "Whoa, whoa," I told
my roommate, "Let's hang out in here for a few minutes." He was upon us as soon as the
words left my lips. Standing in front of the car, his arms were up over his head as if he
were a referee confirming a field goal in a football game. He stood there for a moment
like a deer in front of the headlights still shining brightly from my car. Then he walked
over to my side of the vehicle. The windowpane began to fog as he spoke to me only inches
away from the glass.

What I did next is the biggest regret of my life. After watching his wordless mouth move
for several seconds I rolled the window down ever so slightly. "Coke, weed, ecstasy, what
you want, I got it," he barked. Politely, I declined and explained that I had a test the
next morning and really needed to get to bed. He stubbornly repeated the phrase over and
over like a skipping CD. I started to get annoyed with his persistence and turned to start
my car.

That's when it happened. My roommate's piercing scream filled the car quicker than smoke.
I reacted without hesitation. Before I knew what was going on, I found myself lying across
my roommate's lap on the passenger side. Then I saw the blade, a gleaming beacon of terror
in the darkness. In a flash he unlocked the door and took the driver's seat. He was
screaming commands, but at the time my attention was focused only on the knife that was
positioned inches away from my jugular. "Give me all your money or I will kill you! I will
cut you up, I swear to God, I swear to God," he promised with bared teeth more sinister
than a rabid bulldog's. Trying to reason with this man was not an option. He ignored what
I had to say. Even though it was the truth, he refused to believe that we had not a dime
between us. I tried to remain calm, but instead I felt like a scared rabbit cowering away
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