Two-Page Story for a Writing Class

[Johan Liebert]

I wrote this really short story and I'd like some opinions and tips. I already turned it in, so I'm not changing it:

Day 1:

It's like a monster inside me, waiting to take over and destroy everything. He lives in the darkness deep in the caverns of my soul. He's a polar opposite of me. Whereas I help people and am selfless, he wants nothing but to cause me despair and destroy everything I care about. He calls himself Michael. Michael is everything horrible that you could possibly imagine. Sadistic, sociopathic, pedophilloic, he's all of these. He's the raw manifestation of the evil. He can't be stopped once he's released. All I can do now is contain him, trap him.

Day 2:

Michael is still under control. He kept saying things like "it'll all end soon" and "its almost time". Now he merely chants the words, "February 24, 2015". That's tomorrow. Something big must happen. At least, according to him. He could be lying, trying to trick me and catch me off-guard. I tell him, "Nice try, but it won't work. You're staying here until you rot into nothing.". He just went back to chanting the infamous date. I can't help but wonder what he's going on about. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Day 3:

I just woke up. Everything seems normal. But he's quiet now, as if he's not here anymore. I walk towards my bathroom. There's blood on the handle. I suddenly feel a chill run down my spine, almost paralyzing me. I have to see what's inside. I hear the shower turn on. I kick down the door. Looking immediately beside my feet, I see my mother, lying in blood with a knife lodged into her head. Someone's taking a shower. I move the curtains away, shocked by what I find in front of me. It's Michael. But how did he escape? He was trapped. There was no way he got out. "Hello, James", he says. "You're eyes seem a bit irritated. Why don't I help you with that?" He walks towards me. He has a knife. I'm paralyzed from fear and shock. Before I realize it, I feel my heart beat go up dramatically. I look down, seeing a knife pierce my skin. I fall onto the floor. I lose consciousness.

Day 4:

I'm awake. What's going on? Didn't I die? I'm perplexed at what's occurred. There's a window about ten feet ahead of me. I get up and walk towards it. I look out and see someone killing people. What the hell is happening? Then I realize something. This isn't a window. It's one of my eyes.

[mitchermitcher]

I'm not really sure where you're trying to go with this. I mean, I get what's going on, a guy's trying to contain his more evil alter-ego or so and fails. It definitely is 'really short', and rushed, and at the end I don't particularly feel anything. Also, separating the different segments as different days makes it easy to read, but at the same time I'd consider not  giving a time reference at all, give less information for the reader to go by.