there's an albatross around your neck

The girl was swamped with a sudden feeling of inability, helplessness loss and that all the things wrong with her world threatened to drown her. This was what her life had become, from the first step of sweet bliss and insanity, to the confusion of reality before the memories, the pain and the need to push herself away from her body, to become ethereal with the world and no longer grounded to her pains. It was an endless cycle, a movie on repeat with no way out and no way to save herself? until now. The cycle had been broken, and now so was she, as one must further break before the road to recovery.

Her pleading eyes would be forced upon him, as she lay in a helpless broken heap at his paws. He would speak again, and she clung to his words in the futile hope that there could be something within them to save her. He told her that it would come to her when she was ready, and she greedily filled herself with his words. The fleeting doubts what if I can?t take it, what if there too terrible for recollection or what if I?m too broken for them to return would be cast aside, too afraid for her to face them. Then his assurances would face, his face would be a blank mask of uncertainty at a question would slip his muzzle. She would peer at him through half litted eyes, wondering why her saviour could doubt himself, and that in his doubts she would lose herself again.

But then he would return to his certainties, his voice sure as he told her that it would be okay, and again her name was uttered from his tones, grounding her, reminding her. ?You?ll save me?? she needed to know he could, for she knew that in all her time lost she had never managed to save herself.