Halfway to Love

Prologue

You would think that in today's day and age there would be nothing but acceptance for people like me. But no. According to my father I'm still a sickness that needs to be cured. After years of abuse, he finally decided to send me away, to a halfway house that 'cures' queer people. My mother wasn't much help. She used drinking and drugs to deal with the monster that my father became. You see, my twin sister died in a traffic accident when we were fourteen. She was the golden child, being smart, beautiful, and more importantly straight. We were meant to walk to school together, but I stayed at my boyfriends the night before which meant she was alone. She got hit by a semi and died at the scene. I've been told every day since that it should have been me. That I was hell spawn and that I shouldn't be alive. And now at age 17, 3 weeks before my 18th birthday, my father is sending me away, broken and abused to a place designed to make me 'better'.