Remember May (GxG)

24. Fix Me

I'd been at the facility for a couple of days and frankly not much had happened.

I had talked to a couple of people who called themselves 'the counsellors', but besides that, nothing worth mentioning had happened.

It felt like a boarding school with hideous light blue uniforms, and instead of the regular classes we had bible study.

There were other people there, a majority of them in their late teens and others in their early twenties, none of whom I'd ever seen before.

The only difference between me and them was that they looked worn out. They had dark circles under their eyes and I could've sworn that I'd seen what looked like whip welts on a couple of them. Those had to be from some chore, there was no way they were being beaten.

"It's good that you agreed to do this on your own. We'd hate to have to do it the hard way," pastor, the only familiar face in the facility had said to me one day, his wide smile way too good to be true.

I wanted to ask what the hard way was but I couldn't be bothered to talk to him longer than I had to. I could've asked the other kids as well but we weren't allowed to interact after the group sessions, which were always supervised.

I was too far gone to see all that was wrong with the whole idea.

A/N:
I am by no means downplaying the ugliness that conversion therapy is. I just didn't want to go too much into it, but it's such a terrible thing to do to someone and nobody should ever have to deal with that 💔

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