CSI
I stood silently, staring at the strange bruises that covered my stick thin arms and wondered how I got them. Then the door opened and Russell walked in, bringing me back to reality. I quickly tried to cover my arms back up, but I was too slow. "What happened to you?"he asked curiously. I fumbled for the right words. "I got in a fight." I answered, but he obviously didnt believe me. He gave me a strange look, then nodded slowly. Then he sat down in the chair across the room and stared at me intently. "Ok." He rested his elbows on his knees. "So. Who did you get into a fight with?" He asked. I took a few minutes to think of a suitable answer to that question. "I caught... someone watching my house." I stuttered. "I dont know who it was, but they have been watching me since I moved into that house a week ago."
"So you confronted this person?"
"Yes."
"Did you see their face?" He asked, curious to whom or what might have attacked me so viciously. But even I didnt know who it was or why they did this to me...