A piece I entered for the school literary magazine. I thought it could fit Gravity Falls, so... anyway, please review at the end, thanks!
I sense it. I can feel them, watching. Watching me, constantly. I don't know who it is. Or maybe I do. But whoever it is, they're always watching. Someone is constantly watching me.
I try to escape from their firm grasp, but I can't. It's almost like trying to escape society itself, something no one can ever succeed from.
We're all being watched, watched by someone out there. Maybe I am a watcher myself. I don't know anymore, I just want it to stop. I don't care who it is, I just want them all to go away.
I know I've led myself to my own demise, maybe I deserve to be punished by this cruelty. All I want is to be free, but maybe I don't deserve it at all. I regret what I've done, and if people turn away from that mesmerizing, hypnotic glow, maybe they will realize their own sins. But as of now, they all constantly watch one another.
They're coming for me. I feel it, deep underneath my skin. Feelings of regret lingers deep in my gut. They'll come to me, reveal all my secrets again, the ones that I had feverishly revealed before. My entire past will be unraveled. But that is my sin. My punishment for being ignorant. My privacy is forever lost, and they will forever watch me.