Author's Note: I do not own SlipKnoT or any other band in this story but, I do own the main character. By the way...if you review I will add more chapters. Enjoy! :)

Her long hair flowed along the current of the wind, as she stood barefoot in the freezing snow. The color of her hair matched the winter season. The only color on her seemed to be coming from her eyes. They shined a deep bloody color in the morning sun. Her skin, white as paper tinged with a faint blue from the extreme cold that she stood in.

Her thin, gray dress only went up to her knees as she walked serenely in the thick snow. She seemed to be unharmed of the wintry weather even though she was getting a great deal of frostbite. Dove loved the cold even if it hurt her. She looked down at her skin and realized, if she did not want to lose any of her body parts she would need to go back inside. The wooden steps on her porch creaked as she walked up them to get back into her small house.

She shivered from the sudden warmth as she opened the door and went inside. Her small body could not withstand the drastic temperature change, making her knees buckle and making her collapse to the floor. The contact of the floor to her made the frostbite get irritated and gave her a burning sensation that went all around her body. She whimpered as the pain increased, making her hiss. She waited for the throbbing to subside and as it did, she leaned on her knees to help herself up.

Dove looked at the clock, seeing that it was too early to start going to the concert; she picked up her violin and began to calmly play the musical instrument. The small, sweet rhythm filling the house with a diminutive spark of life as she continued to fiddle peacefully on the violin. Her mouth opened and out came her vibrant, bird singing voice. "Come to me in my Dreams, and then by day I shall be well again. For then the night, will more than pay, the hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as though came a thousand times. A messenger from the radiant climes, smile on the new world and be as kind to me as others…." She sang as she fiddled in the rhythm of her voice and finally came to a close of her downhearted cry of composition. Her frostbite completely gone, now she felt content, sat down and grabbed the book she was reading earlier. A few hours passed by as she read her novel.

Looking up at the grandfather clock, she saw it was about time she started getting ready. She switched out of her pale gray dress and put on a white ruffled skirt and a white corset that had a black tribal S at the back of it. She also wore a pair of white spiked boots that went up to her knees and fish netted stockings that matched her lace-decorated arms. Her hair was out as usual since she did not like putting it up. Her lips wore a coat of white lipstick and her eyes lined with the same blank color.

She stood there looking at her small self in the great Victorian decorated mirror, wondering if she looked good enough for the concert. Hell, she did not even know why she was going to this performance but, then she remembered why. This band was her favorite one and she was not going miss it, not even if she was impractically depressed. She threw on a weak smile and walked out the door, only knowing that when she reached into her pocket…she forgot her metro card. "Shit!"

She said as ran back to her home while being slowed down by her heavy boots in the snow. Dove reached into her opposite pocket and realized that she also overlooked her keys. "Ah fuck!" She said, throwing her arms up into the air, only to be obnoxiously welcomed by freezing rain. She looked up at the sky in distaste and lifted her middle finger up while screaming obscenities at the afternoon's dark clouds.

She even ignored the people's glares as they walked by with their many colored umbrellas to protect them from the cold droplets of water. She finished her barrage of uncouth obscenity and stomped her way to the bus stop, hoping to get a break from the bus driver since he was her best friend. Her hair was wet and sticky with the rain and her makeup began to run. She waited for an hour and decided to give up, seeing that she was going to be late if she were to wait any longer.

Dove began to walk to the train station, eager to not be caught sneaking through the emergency door. As she walked past the bus stop pole, she noticed a paper attached to it and began to read.

Dear passengers,

We are sorry to inform you that the B 24 will not be running today because of engineering problems. We hope you have a pleasant day. :)

Sincerely,

The MTA

Her mouth dropped as she read on, looking at the smiley face made her grow livid. She ripped the paper from the pole, crumpled it into a tight ball and threw it in a small, muddy puddle. She calmed down and walked towards the train station. Tiptoeing to the emergency door, she heard someone scream "stop right there" and turned around. A cop had noticed her inching her way to the door when she walked in.

The cop gestured a "come here" motion with her finger, watching Dove's every move as she shuffled her way toward her. Suddenly, Dove spun around on her heels, ran toward the door, pushed it open and sprinted up the stairs. She looked behind her and saw the female authority on her tail. She began to scuttle faster until she…tripped over herself. The small albino yelped as she fell, hearing the crunch as her face collided with the stair.

The cop picked her up by the back of her shirt and looked at her bleeding, crying face, watching the blood and tears mix together with her makeup into a gray-red paste. The cop's expression quickly changed from anger to pity, seeing that the "young girl" probably understood her mistake. "What the hell were you thinking back there!? Running from an authority is very stupid mistake lass. Didn't your parents teach you that and by the way where are your parents?"

The cop asked as she handed Dove a tissue to wipe away everything. "Ummmm… I'm not a kid, I'm actually twenty five and incredibly short." She said as she wiped the icky gunk away from her skin. The cop looked at her surprised and shook her head in disbelief. "I think me and you should have a talk in the office next to us."

The authority said as she grabbed Dove's arm and dragged her out of the train area and into the office. She sat her down on the chair in her workplace and looked at her cut up face harshly. "What made you think of that stupid stunt!?" She said angrily, looking even harder at her tearing eyes. Dove looked back at the cop's eyes with sobriety even with the tears welling up in her eyes and explained her day.

After the explanation, the cop was overwhelmed with the fact of how horrible Dove's day was and decided to let her go with a warning and a metro card. "Thank you so much for understanding. You just made my day." Dove said and with those words, she scampered away, back to the train station steps and on her way to making it a better day.