Hello Kitty [ON HOLD]

1. Beginnings

A dream. That's what felt like to Snow at least. Everyday she questioned if all she knew- all she had- would vanish like the faint memories of a sweet dream. Everything seemed so out of reach. Distant. It was as if no matter how she ran what she wanted would always escape her. Tightening her tight grip on her black skirt she held back the whimper before it escaped her lips. Fear was what ruled her. Day in and day out it was the driving force in everything she did. With invisible strings it controlled her like living and breathing puppet. With the flick of a hand it sent her world tumbling down. She stared down at her hands and saw how small and frail they looked. Weak. That was how she felt. Weak and frail. Ready to be broken.

The bus jerked to a stop at a nearby bus terminal. Breaking free from her thoughts she turned to see this was where she needed to be. Gripping the closest pole she waited as the others made there off the bus and to their various destinations. Snow didn't dare look up for fear she would be noticed. Seen. Instead she focused on the coolness of the pole she held as she watched the many feet passed by. When all had passed she quickly stood up before the bus door closed. Avoiding contact with those around her she headed to the front.  The familiar scent of cigarettes and gin was always what she associated with the bus driver, Jim. He often try to make small talk with Snow but she always departed before he could ever get out so much as a word. While his curiosity with the women was sexual at it's core was general concern.

Swiping her card on the scanner the doors opened with a whoosh, revealing the bustling streets of the city along with it's unpleasant odours.

"You have a good day now, ya here? Make sure you take care of yourself and-"

Before Jim could finish his ramblings Snow had already gone. With a sigh he closed the doors and drove but not without a glance in the rearview mirror to see her walking down the street with her head bowed. Snow let out a small sigh of relief to have invaded the bus driver once again. He had become too attached to her and she was afraid what he wanted with her. Why he spoke with her at all.

Oh spirits, why did he have to notice me? Why couldn't he just treat like everyone else?

Her thoughts plagued her as she moved fluidly through the crowd, managing not to touch anyone. It only took the faintest touch for her to see something she wasn't ready for. Snow was different. Different in the sense that she wasn't like that man walking past her who was yelling at her fellow colleague about a last minute meeting. Unlike him she was not human. Since she was nothing but a child she knew something about her wasn't right. Without any warning or notice her hair started to change to that of a faint blonde that resembled white almost. Not only that but her canines were longer and sharper than a human should have. By the age of five she sprouted a tail and ears when a little boy in her orphanage scared her by wearing a zombie mask. She was a werecat and with all her being she hated it.

She wanted nothing more than to be able to give it  away to someone who was willing to receive it. It took her away from her only home she had and it made her fear those who were looking for her. Taking a deep breath she swung open the door to Edge, a cutting edge advertisement company. Anything you brought they could sell it in a matter of days. The head in it's division it prided itself with it's dedication to style and integrity. Snow so far has worked for Edge for two years and has done incredible work for the design department even though she is unwilling to see her contributions of have the company grow.

As she walked in many people smiled and waved hello to her and they of course received no response. Being accustomed to Snow's silent ways she didn't bat an eye at her lack of greeting. Pressing the up arrow she waited for the elevator to reach the lobby. Knowing there were a lot of eyes of her she fidgeted with her old baggy grey knit sweater that she couldn't be bothered to throw out. Style was never something Snow invested too much time in. Snow's body immediately tensed up as her phone vibrated in her shoulder bag. Having an inkling of who it was she plucked it out from behind her wallet and swiped the screen to unlock it. As she thought it was a text from Rose, her accidental friend.