I can feel them watching my every move, and yet I’m not their prey. They listen to my every word, but won’t repeat what I say. They can read my thoughts at will. Even my feelings are out in the open for them to see. They have left no part of me unturned. Like an insect under a microscope, I have nowhere to run. They have seen my deepest sorrows, my darkest secrets, my sweetest memories… ha. What a joke. They’re not even mine. They never were. It’s all for them. It’s always them.

Even now as I break down, they are watching me.

I can feel it.

I guess there is no use in hiding it. They’ll find out sooner than later whether I want to or not. But for once I want to feel like I am actually in charge of my life. Here it goes… Hello. I would introduce myself but you already know everything there is to know about me. What? Are you surprised that I noticed? That’s probably not how it’s supposed to go. You’re used to me just existing for your mere entertainment, never speaking to you directly. You think I’m just some made up character, don’t you? You think this is part of the plot as well? You’re as delusional as me, thinking you live by free will. That everything that happens in your life was an accident or coincidence, not something staged to satisfy prying eyes. That your life belongs to you. We’re quite the same… oh well. Since I pity you, I’ve decided to let you on a little secret. Although I’m sure you already knew. You knew a someone is watching you too.