Once the family moved to Vancouver, things started to change... They settled in a nice house with a amazing view of a lake and a forest. Things started going normally... Dad began seeing paychecks, Mom didn't see any bills in the mailbox and Timmy started school. It was here were we could say that the family was happy, that there was nothing to worry about.
Little Timmy started school... Little Timmy was harassed. He was different. His dad was a very pale man with a coal black hair and Timothy inherited his mom's grey eyes, so he technically was a "moonchild". He was teased wherever he went and he was awkward at making friends so he quickly started failing in school.
Timmy's parents were worried, they didn't know what to do. They knew that if Timmy were to see another psychologist, he would go numb again. They started to despair... They never despaired...
That day, when Timmy arrived home, there was no one to welcome him. Only a letter and a flashlight...
"Meet me at the lake" Was written in the paper with blue ink and a shaky pulse. Timmy was excited, only one person could write with that pulse. He grabbed the flashlight and his coat, for it was cold weather, and went to his yard as it connected with forest. Also, he took some toys... Maybe he wanted to play...
It was getting dark, so Timmy turned on the flashlight. He saw the full moon, the frost moon, and knew that there would be rime tomorrow... He saw the clouds and knew it would snow soon.... But he was happy, he didn't know his big brother could board planes without parents. The only thing that really scared him, were the trees... They seemed so twisted, so humanlike, their branches huge arms ready to pick him...
But he felt a cold rush... Not the ones that freeze your bones rather, the ones that refresh you and make you feel relaxed. He arrived at the lake and in the middle of it... Was his "brother"... He tried to gesture him to come, to play... To get away of the awful trees and their huge branches....
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