"Do you feel sorry for it?" he asked engaging her.
"Yes, I do. It is a sad sight to see."
"I don't feel it. I told you I am a psychopath. Things like apathy, love, sad or hatred do not matter to me."
"That can't be true. I have not know anyone incapable of love. Surely you must love something or someone."
"Nope, I love only myself and my thoughts, that get crazy somethings."
"There can't be any proof for that. You could be feeling sad for the puppy but not showing it."
"No I don't," he said, simply, "I did not feel anything when I killed it."
He satisfies everyone but why not me? Why do I dread going into towards him? Pin drop silence in the room as I approach him. A little creak as I sit on him disturbs the peace of the bedroom. I law down on him, silently, waiting for sleep to come. My bed comforts me but I am not able to sleep on him.
I close my eyes and it begins again, nightmares.