I can't save anyones life; I'm not that kind of angel. But I can hear you when you cry. And I'm sorry I can't hold you. But I'll pray for you.
I guess so.
Or at least - slightly lower then one.
I just hear peoples thought.
I can't help them.
Unless I let them see me.
But never -ever - do that.
They can hear me if I whisper.
Just beside them and if I don't touch them.
But even then, its only the softest breath of comfort.
My name is Creed.
I'm from purgatory.
I swore to pay for my sins and an angel must have heard me.
So they let me wander.
Not too far away, but near enough to Los Angeles so I could just see my house.
Its that one over there; the one beside the part.
The house with the blue walls and the pool.
I even saw my mother once.
I couldn't catch the words in her mind.
But she was sad.
So very, very sad.
I hope that wasn't my fault.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
I thought I was saving her.
But it didn't take as long as I hoped it would for them to find the suicide note.
She'd barely recovered from my sisters death.
An angel told me she went to heaven.
But I never saw her again.
Maybe she's the one with the silver grey wings that watches me some times.
She must have seen me then - what I had done.
And then the cross.
Ah yes, the cross.
I'd almost forgotten.
I crucified myself to the cross above the Church a mile from our house.
Took me a month to pay someone enough to help me to climb.
Then slit my wrists.
And I thought it would've hurt more.
Someone told me once that I was lost.
I knew exactly what I was doing.
I just forgot about everyone else.
I thought they wouldn't care.
Maybe most of them didn't.
But mother did.
And she cried so quietly in her mind.
I could hear the tears.
Feel them burning the agony of her loss inside her heart.
It hurt more then the razors.
But I can't help her. I can't save her.
That was the price.
That was my punishment.
Not even one last goodbye.
My name is Creed.
I'm Mercy from heaven.
I can't save anyones life; I'm not that kind of angel.
But I can hear you when you cry.
And I'm sorry I can't hold you.
But I'll pray for you.