Usually, I can control my reactions to things. It’s rare for me to be affected by something in a way I can’t deal with. None of us ever got into drugs for this exact reason. We saw a lot of kids in our shitty neighborhood get fucked up when we were younger. They got a taste from someone, and that was enough to get them addicted and then broken. My brothers and I always wanted more for ourselves than that, so we stayed out of that shit. But this? Willow? She feels like a drug. Like something that’s going to wreck us all.
