I watched as he slowly opened his eyes, his dark brown chocolate eyes. They glistened in the street light. From what I know is that he's been passed out for hours. I've been kneeled down beside him for maybe 20 minutes, or so. The rain kept poring down, making my eyeliner run down my cheeks, but no matter what. I wasnt going to leave him. Not in this condition. He got startled when he saw me and let a small shriek, terrified. Pure terror. What had happened? I shushed him and said in tye most gentle voice possible, "Im Andy, I want to help."