I'm always there, always seeing, always listening. I know everything about you, all your dirty secrets. I know every time you've ever lied. I've seen every time you've ever been hurt, and every time you've ever hurt someone else. You hardly give me a second glance when you see me around. You shrug and think to yourself, "what harm could she cause? She is merely a fly. A fly on the wall."
Someday you'll remember thinking those words and realize how naive you were. You'll see how much damage I can do. You'll regret not killing me when you had the chance. Just a fly? Don't make me laugh. When you see who has the power in the end you'll remember what you thought of me.
Who's the fly now?