Beginning Note: All you need to know are my inspiration for this story is VICE's Special on Gay Conversion Therapy (Can be found here: www. youtube watch?v=wD4sWQG2DnQ) And also, here's VICE's channel (www . youtube. com user/vice). And also, KlaineGleekFanGirl's
(www . fanfiction. net u/2279105/KlaineGleekFanGirl) a story titled Straight Camp
(www . fanfiction. net s/8171751/1/Straight-Camp). That pretty much sums up what conjured up the idea to write this fic. So give itallrevolvesaroundyou (www. fanfiction. net u/3070242/itallrevolvesaroundyou) the credit for the premise I'm using, and that is mentioned in this story's description. Anyways, ENJOY!
Blaine was...ashamed of himself. He saw all the signs, heard the poison being spat at him, and even at one point, started to believe them. But after those words pushed him over the edge as Blaine attempted to take his own life, his dad thought enough was enough.
This is how he ended up at Clear Skies: Rehabilitation and Conversion Center. He sat in a waiting room, pale, cold walls. He felt like eyes were staring through the back of his bed. Nervous boys and girls, shaking and crying the arms of other kids. He felt terror rising from his feet to his very core. But he knew better than to show it.
"Blaine Anderson?"
Blaine's eyes perked up to have them be set on a blonde woman in white, smiling disgustingly and almost diabolically sweet.
"Y-Yes?" Blaine felt his overwhelming nervousness started to soak into his own voice.
"Doctor Davidson will see you now..."
Doctor Davidson was the man who "examined" you before you went to Clear Skies. But really, no matter what, you'd still be sent there.
Blaine strolled down a seemingly endless hallway as finally reached a door with a pop of golden color then was present on the doorknob. It really did contrast with his rather lifeless surroundings. The woman in white opened the door and began speaking with the same cheery feeling.
"Mr. Davidson, Mr. Anderson has arrived." The woman in white stepped aside and allowed Blaine to step inside. To Blaine's surprise, there was actually decoration to this room.
Apart from the crackling fireplace and the slash of color being an unbelievable breath of fresh air. But all the ways, read posters like:
Pray The Gay AwayLike he hasn't already tried...He gulped and sat in the chair and looked into the eyes of Doctor Davidson. The man was very intimidating. Sunken-in eyes and a resting frown. He didn't look pleasant in the slightest...
He begged in his head that this would be over soon...knowing that no one could hear him. And even if they could. They wouldn't listen.
