"Allow me to introduce myself."

My name is Avery. I am 27 years old. I am a diagnosed sociopath. That means I can kill you and feel nothing. No guilt. No remorse. I have no conscience.
When I was eleven I watched my father kill my mother. He stabbed her four times in the chest, then slit her throat. I never once shed a tear. I did not forgive him. I did not miss her. There had to be something wrong with me, right?
That's what everyone thought. I was taken to therapist after therapist. Comitted to too many mental institutions to count.
My aunt thought foster care was a good idea, because she didn't want to deal with a crazy kid.
They called me crazy.
I'm not crazy.