Finally got round to doing some more writing as I have nothing better to do. Merging this idea with the other ideas I was using for a similar fic as I realised I couldn't incorporate one of my main ideas into it. . Reviews are muchly appreciated. Shall I continue?
This fic will sort of explain itself as it goes along, and there is a possibility of Lorikki. X
She stood there, her tall figure hidden by an over-sized grey hoodie and black joggers, all of which were dampened by the drizzling rain, continuously lashing down in pelting little droplets, drifting as it tumbled out of the black-clouded sky by the viscious wind whirling around. Her chestnut coloured hair had been scrunched back into a messy ponytail, now starting to frizz as the rain gathered in her usually sleek bob.
Not even the slightest shiver waved over her body, as if she was immune to the cold and wet weather that England received the majority of the time. She lurked in the distance, watching the place she knew all too well; hands tucked into her pockets and a large rucksack slung over her shoulders, printed with the famous green and brown camo, the weight not bothering her in the slightest.
Nikki had been up since the crack of dawn, it had still been dark, the bleak weather consuming any signs of sunrise. She'd departed the hotel room where she'd spent her night, situated in the very top peeks of England, positioned just under the Scottish boarder, and caught a train down to the outskirts of Manchester and completed the remainder of her journey by foot.
She'd left in a rush having over slept, there had been no time for a shower, although the icy weather had certainly woken her up. But her hair remained greasy and unwashed. Her face was pale, paler than it's normal milky coloured, dark rings circling her eyes. Yet a delicate glow radiated her skin, adding life. Emotionally she was drained. Mentally she was destroyed. These last few months had turned her life into a blizzard of turmoil; she was lost in every direction.
The brunette had strolled out of the lavished atmosphere and into the dryness of the nearby public toilets. It didn't impress her much, but she'd experienced worse conditions to change in. She pulled out the uniform that she'd become accustomed to wearing for the best part of ten years of her life and changed. All creases were smoothed out as neatly as she could manage, her hair tamed and tied back nicely, her appearance was acceptable for where she was about to enter again. She knew what standards were expected of her, she'd made her way up the ranks to a sergeant and telling lower recruits about the level their uniform was required at was natural to her.
Nikki entered the army camp where she had first trained at sixteen years old, the place she called her home base for the ten year stint. The same nerves had returned to her, butterflies dancing in her stomach creating a nauseas feeling. Fears of living life on the edge again reigniting. Her confidence had suddenly vanished. Now she was fighting with herself to get a grip, pull herself together. She knew perfectly well what was awaiting her. Once an army girl, always an army girl.
She was greeted by someone she'd known very well, the man who'd trained her up the rankings. If she was honest, she was shocked that he was still there, it took a strong mind and courageousness to stay in the army for as long as he had. Nikki was well aware of the damage the army could cause after a long period of time; she'd been diagnosed with post traumatic stress not long since departing the only thing she had ever known.
"I never thought I'd see you again," His voice was rough, authorative yet hinted with subtleness.
Nikki's eyes glanced at the floor before making direct contact with the Sergeant's, "I never thought I'd be back to be honest." she admitted truthfully. She'd successfully fought for her country and completed her time she'd signed up for, then choosing to try and for fill her other ambition of becoming a teacher.
She qualified fully just before she turned thirty, then achieving several placements in schools for four years. That was when she arrived at Waterloo Road, aged thirty-four. Now aged thirty-six, she was back at the army base and she didn't care about the endless worry that she would soon receive; the only thing important was staying alive. Constantly on the alert, mega pressure piled on top of her. As far as she was concerned she had nothing to live for anyway. The army required no possessions and no emotions. Life was simple, just physically demanding. Waterloo Road had given her two of the most testing years of her life, virtually destroying her. She'd personally made the decision to walk out without saying a word; there were numerous miss calls, voice messages and text messages on her phone.
Nikki had settled in well at Waterloo Road, it was a challenge. And one she eagerly accepted. The students faced her with new battles, ones she conquered. Then everything seemed perfect, she'd discovered her dream woman and a relationship established. Except the benefactress she had madly fallen in love with still put work before pleasure, and her pride was the most important thing to her. Their relationship seeped out among the teaching staff, resulting in Lorraine instantly dismissing the relationship with no hesitation.
She'd struggled to come to terms with that, relying heavily on one of the closest friends she'd made since joining, Tom Clarkson, to help her through. All she'd really done was put on an act, performed as if she was happy and stable. Things plummeted downhill in a never ending spiral shortly subsequently; Nikki had ended up having a drunken one-night stand with Tom, neither had really known what they were consenting to, and it didn't affect their friendship.
Then tragedy struck, Tom had been involved in a freak accident upon trying to help a student consequenting in his death. She'd watched him die, and there was nothing she could do to help. It was worse than watching people loosing their lives on the battle field. Never had she felt so useless.
Nikki had been left picking up the pieces, thrown into the deep end to take over a lot of Tom's duties. He was a true hero, a legend. One she could never replace. He'd been helping a teenage girl, Kacey, who suffered problems related to her sexuality and gender identification. Gaining her trust, he'd bonded with her another for her to wind down the barriers consent to his help. The fifteen year old had taken her teacher's death badly, simply lost and her personality the complete opposite to usual. Grieving. The no nonsense teacher was succeeding with Kacey, finally finding a way to channel the teens unpredictable management, giving her something to focus on. Boxing had been the answer. Kacey had a gifted talent for the sport, and with Nikki's coaching, she was really blossoming.
Kacey over stepped the line of professionalism. She made a pass at Nikki, kissing her. Nikki blamed herself, figuring she'd either sent out the wrong signals or bluntly missed obvious signs that the girl's personal problems laid deeper than first thought. She couldn't face the backlash that would unfold, taking the easy exit and walking out without another word said. Everything had piled up, taking it's toll on the woman.