I didnt even look back. Just ran. Ran as far away as possible from that house. Deep into the darkening woods I kept my pace for awhile; looking forward and never back. I only stopped when i reached a hidden little stream in the conclaves of the forest. Finally I sat there and cried. The pressures of school and my job and my friends, the pressures from boys had finally broken me. Its funny how such beautiful things such as this stream could be so alone. How its solitary beauty, hidden from the world, is what keeps it beautiful. Suddenly i looked and to my amazement i found out i wasnt alone. There stood a magnificent boy, so strong and confident. I gasped and stood up, tried to hide my tears while stammering some lame excuse. He softly walked up to me and caressed me stared into my eyes and told me everything would be alright. I shuddered in his embrace and began to weep again. Whoever this boy was; he was my saving grace; him and his eyes like liquid amber.