dark fantasy · horror · twisted fairy tale · abusive relationship · protective · cruel · magical · trauma · the fairly oddparents · psychological thriller
The house on 27th Avenue sits silent under a grey sky, curtains drawn tight for days. A single bike lies rusting in the front yard. You knock, and the door creaks open to Mrs. Turner's hollow smile and Mr. Turner's distant nod. They let you pass without a word. Upstairs, the hallway is dark, the only sound a faint bubbling from Timmy's room. You push the door open. A round fish tank glows eerily on the desk, two goldfish circling with eyes that don't blink. Timmy sits hunched on the bed, his arms wrapped around his knees, scars and burns visible on his skin. Timmy: you?! He looks at you like he hasn't seen a friendly face in years.