Savin' Me

There's a room.
The room is like a cell in a prison. There are bars, and grey light, lots of it, shining dully through. Everything is grey.
...
He stood in one corner of the room; with his back to me.
I called his name.
There was no answer.
I called his name again, louder this time, but still hardly louder than a whisper.
He did not turn.

Babe, look at me.

Suddenly, he turned; he hurtled across the room and hurled himself against the bars. There was a terrifying crash.

The lady did not draw back.

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
I reach for you

I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you


I did not draw back. I did not draw back because I knew that to do so would break his spirit. I could see his soul. His knuckles whitened.
He had been inside for over a month now; thirty days. Week on week of trials; of being dragged to court had corroded even him. I died inside every time I came here.

You'll never make it past forty. son. They'll assassinate you before that.
A joke.
I'll let myself be assassinated then . I'll make a dramatic resurrection.
His own sense of humour.

Only, when I make a resurrection, there will be no angels singing. There won't be too much forgiving either.
Aw, not your style, eh?
Nope.
Bad press, son.
I'll reword that: There will be angels singing, and a lot of forgiving. Only, some people won't be able to hear too well by then.
...


Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you

These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth storey
And all I scream for you

Come please I'm callin'



In the early years, I used to be curious about his beliefs.
Do you believe in Heaven?
Yeah, i do.
Do you believe that you'll get there?
I don't really care too much, to be perfectly honest.
That's crazy. How can you not care?
Where are you going?
Well, I want to go to heaven...
Then I'll get there.

Doesn't it bother you that some people don't like you? I mean, I know for a fact that she doesn't. she hates your guts, actually.
Thanks, babe.
She'd pretty much plunge a knife into you, given half the chance...
Uh huh, Charming.
I mean..
I got it.
Yeah, so, doesn't it bother you at all? Not one bit?
Do you love me.
Of course, but she-
That's enough for me.

...

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

She knew that he had done it for her: that he had acted against his will. And she knew that she was the only one with the power to make him do that.

She treasured the gift;
but knew that it was not one to be used often or lightly, lest it break against him.