[ WP ] Satan prevents a suicide .

He sat with just the edge of his buttocks on the edge of the bed in the near dark room, gazing blankly into the long body mirror hanging from the old bedroom door across the room. 
 The cold steel of the barrel pressed against his cheek, indifferent and unknowing of the life it was about to take. 
 
 `` How the fuck did I let it get to this point?'' He wondered aloud, when a voice, most unexpectedly, replied. 
 
 `` You did n't,'' croaked the bodiless voice. 
 
 The man jumped out of fear, nearly firing his weapon. He knew nobody was in his tiny studio apartment, it had just been him, locked alone with his thoughts and his pistol for almost 4 hours now. He looked behind him, but nobody was there. 
 A guilt ridden conscience and blood stained hands he most assuredly suffered, however schizophrenia was one thing he was certain he did not. The nature of his crimes may have been heinous, but he was not crazy - at least not In that sense. 
 
 The man turned back around, but this time someone was in fact there. Hard to see at first, a faint outline and a yellowing pair of eyes watched him from within the mirror. He quickly fired, but nothing escaped the barrel of the gun. 
 A macabre grin appeared inches below the baleful old eyes in the mirror. 
 
 `` I'm not finished with you yet,'' said the grin.
