coin operated boy

prequel

(inspired by the Dresden dolls song  Coin operated Boy)

My coin operated boy. Given to me by my parents, just before they left for good.. I was six at the time. I was put in an orphanage. My coin operated boy was there with me the whole time. He knows everything about me. He is my best friend.
He may not be real. But he has been through everything with me. I am sixteen now. I still have him, sitting on my shelf. Silly, I know. However.. i cannot bring myself to let him go. He is perfect. And I love him. He is my coin operated boy.

It was a perfectly normal day. I was six years old. The sun was shining bright and warmed my skin. I was the happiest little girl you could imagine. I had the stupidest smile... I had one tooth, my canine tooth, that protruded past my lips when I smiled and giggled. Everyone said it was the cutest thing. That I reminded them of a fox. Even my parents agreed. They called me fox pup from time to time..

God I  miss them...

A soldier came to my families house. At the time I didn't understand what was happening. But as I am older now, I understand completely. There is something you need to know about my parents. They weren't like everyone else. Appearance wise, sure. But in their hearts they were different. My parents were homosexuals. In this day and age it is something akin to the anti Christ for their generation. Homosexuals were the cause of disease! Rape! Stds! All that bad shit... They were the most loving parents a kid could ask for... And they were pulled away from me because of their love for eachother. How fucked up.
As the soldier stepped up onto our porch and knocked on the door I came running behind him, soaking wet as I was just in the pond playing with my dog sparks. Although. Sparks couldn't go in the water.. Or anywhere near it... But it's the thought that counts.. right?
Anyways... I watched quietly hiding behind a tree as he slammed his fist on the door over and over... 4 times.
A lady who was short woman stepped up. She had gorgeously long bronze hair that had streaks of red mixed in. She had striking blue eyes that peered right through anyone. She seemed stone cold. Her facial features were that of a goddess. Beautiful. Amazing. Her eyebrows arched perfectly in a perfect 160° angle. Her eyelashes were long and dark. Her eyes, a downturn shape. Her nose was small, but still proportional to her face. Her lips held an exquisite angelic shape to them. Her skin was a very light cream-esque color. She was a beautiful woman in every single way. She stared up at the men. No fear what-so-ever showing in her eyes.
"Yes sir?" She said calmly. The soldier glared at her. Possibly even more stone cold than my mother.
"Ma'am. You need to come with me." He said sternly to my mother. I was barely able to hear what was said..
"On what grounds sir?" She asked.
"On the suspicion of faggot, and or queer activities." He told her.
"Homosexual..." She said crossing her arms. I gasped softly at the words he used. Mother always taught me to never use those words....
Apparently another soldier heard me or saw me because I was picked up off the ground by a heavily suited man. I kicked and screamed.
That's when mom came out...
"What the fuck is going on Raven??" Mom asked Mother...
"They caught us Blaize..." Mother sighed...
"Give me my fucking daughter you monster!!!" My mom shouted trying to take me back. My Mother began to cry... never before had I seen her cry. I kicked and screamed louder. Trying to be set free. Mom was held back by a third soldier... "Let the girl go! Let her say goodbye." The first soldier said. The man dropped me and I ran to mother. "Mommy please... what's happening??!!" I cried. My mom came to me and held me and mother. Me crying in their arms. "It will be okay sweetheart. I promise..." Mother said to me. "I love you so much baby girl... I promise I will come back to you.. everything will be ok. Go inside. There is a gift for you on my bed." Mom said. "Go.. now " she said. I cried and begged yo stay with them. But in the end I had to go inside. There... I found my coin operated boy. Matthias. I ran back outside with him in my arms.. But they were gone... the soldiers were gone. All but one. "Come on kid. We gotta go." He said grabbing me by the arm. "Fucking queer kids." He growled as he pulled me to a truck about 4 minutes from my house. I struggled and struggled against him. But I couldn't get away from him. In the end I was pushed into the truck and drove it an orphanage. I was dropped there like piece of shit. I stayed there. For 10 years. Worst fucking years of my life.