The Unholy Bible

Tic, tic, tic, tac
I poured out 4 Oxycodone pills, more than enough for a lethal dose. I've done it before and I'm still here, so what's the issue? The devil has overtaken my life, maybe for the better. Maybe for the worse...? I am undecided.
My body drug down the wall, taking in the essence of this drug. He is called the devil. Tears rush down my face in bittersweet regret. I dread myself for this morbid addiction but yet I need it. Ironically, I need the devil to live.
I grasped the small handheld mirror in front of me to look at my worn face. My eyes are bloodshot, exhausted looking bags complementing the red veins. Mascara dripping down as if it was a sort of black goo.This is when I felt the prettiest. The devil thought that too.
You know the saying 'actions speak louder than words'? It can go both ways with the devil. Words can speak louder than actions too and if they didn't, how come the devil can persuade my mind to take him in? That's how I know he loves me. He's the one that tells me to come back for more.
I carelessly dropped the mirror out of my hand, waiting for the numb shatter. My vision blurred and the screech of the mirror was soon silenced. My mother came into my room in a hurry to see what happened. I didn't want her to see me like this, but the devil thought it was ok.
My mom started to shake me as my pupils dilated further. Faint screams could be heard from her mouth, calling my name in despair. My older sister raced into the room with her phone in her hand. She's the only one that knows about the devil. '911 what's your emergency' played in the phone.
Tuning everything out and being unsuitable to talk, I gaze at the mirror cracked on my wooden floor. Even though it was foggy, I could still tell we were both broken. The last thing I heard was sirens going down the street and I mumbled, 'The devil made me do it'.