The Numbness Within

Introduction

Amy's POV

If you're gonna jump in my story let me give you an introduction of myself.

My name is Amelia Jackson. My best friend calls me Amy and only he calls me that. So, don't you dare even think about calling me Amy. I'll Skin you ALIVE.

That getting out of the way my father's name is, well you won't need that Motherfucker's name anyway nor will I give you.

My mother's name-? I don't know her name if you do please give me a call. I have a lot to settle with that bitch.

Siblings Status-? Well my biological father don't have any beside me. My mother, I never met her. Don't know anything about her except for that bitch got knocked up by my sorry excuse for a father and left me at his doorstep when I was 3 days old.

Well enough rant about my parents. Let's focus on the important thing "ME" obviously.

This story is about me the innocent coffeeshop barista who falls in love with a dashing mafia boss. Later he falls in love with me too and help with my trauma and we live happily ever after. No. Just kidding.

I'm a barista but only at daytime. At night, my true self emerges . Don't worry, I don't grow fangs or become an oversized dog. I have antisocial personality disorder. It's a very humble way to say I'm a sociopath or a psychopath. My therapist never confirmed. She used to say it's not the right word to describe my condition or whatever. Most of the time I don't feel anything. Well, I wasn't used to. Now, I'm all good mostly. Meaning I feel most of my feelings.

I'm 5'2. Yeah, I'm pretty short for someone of my profession, my real profession. I love chocolate. I used to love some people too but they died. Everyone I love dies. When the last person I loved died that's when I started to show signs of antisocial personality disorder.

That's all y'all get for now, folks.