A demon saved my life

I walked into my den like I did every night at 10pm; I sat down in the same old wooden chair that felt like it was going to brake if I leaned the wrong way. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass before I turned on computer. I sat there stairing at the computer for hours trying to think of things to write about; for the past few months I have had a bad case of writers block. 

After awhile my mind began to drift and I started to think about the loaded revolver I had in the bottom drawer of my desk. Having writers block has had a bad effect on my life; I havent been able to write anything worth publishing so I havent been bringing in any money. My wife and I have been constantly fighting and all the stress has been driving me into a deep depression.

I reached down and unlocked my drawer that had my revolver in it; once I opened the drawer I pulled out the handgun and layed it on top of my desk. I sat there contemplating whether or not I should do it. Finally I picked up the handgun and pulled back the hammer; I pressed the barrell against my forehead and pulled the trigger.

Before I pulled the trigger I felt this rush come into my body, something I have never felt before. My body felt stronger like I could move cars with just a flick of my finger; and then I saw darkness. I dont know how much time passed but suddenly I was awake with a horrible headache. I stood up and walked over to a mirror I had hanging in my den to look at my head; my head was bleeding with a small hole on the side but  something was weird.

The hole in my head was healing by itself I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were pitch black, I didnt know what was going on but I know whatever it was it saved my life. Suddenly I started talking but it wasnt my voice, it told me that it was here to help and that I was chosen and then the voice went away.