Taking You Down With Me

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve lived by one simple, unshakeable truth: mutually assured destruction beats a one-sided defeat every single time.

If you’re going to drag me into hell, you’d better believe I’m holding your hand the entire way down.

Back in high school, an academic rival accused me of cheating on our final exams to steal her class rank. I didn’t cry, and I didn’t plead. Instead, I wrapped my arms and legs around her like an octopus in the middle of the hallway, pinning her to the linoleum for eight straight hours.