Too Late To Say Goodbye | Tommy Shelby {1}

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TW: Mentions of Suicide and Suicidal thoughts. Please read with caution.

London Pt.1

London, 1918

      The young girl had been in London for couple a weeks now.

As a run away, at only the age of 17, the adjustment to the big city has been difficult.

Not being of proper age, and having no money to her name, she hasn't slept in a bed since her arrival.

Only taking things she can carry, she learned to live with the cards she's been dealt.

Struggling in almost every sense, she tried hard to learn her way around the city. All the ins and outs. Where was the safest and where she should steer clear from.

She wasn't proud of it, but the guilt faded pretty quickly, as she became a master thief.

Stealing only what she needed, including food, money and clothes.

This doesn't mean it always went smoothly.

She had her fair shares in set backs. Including other street people stealing from her, the starving and cold nights, the back hands of owners when she was caught, the threats of getting the authorities and even a couples times, escaping the police when they were called.

She's seen it all, but didn't see another option.

So she learned to live in it.

*****

It was another cloudy day in the City.

Almost a full year after the girl arrived, she was slowly walking down the city's street market, both sides filled with stands of people trying to making a living.

It approaching mid August. So temperature wise Bella was comfortable in her old tattered brown dress. Although she was wearing a pair of tight trousers underneath. Wearing pants was practical for her life style.

Her mental health was pleading, leaving her with little energy. Still she knew she had to survive.

Looking around at each stand she passed, she wanted something easy today. Nothing that will cause her much trouble in getting.

A couple feet down the road, she found her target.

Sitting against a barrel of apples behind a stand was a satchel.

Bella didn't know what was in it, she just hoped it was something useful, even just a couple pounds.

Picking up her pace she made her move before getting noticed. Casually grabbing the bag on her passing.

No one even turned a head. Easy enough. In fact, she turned back around and grabbed an apple for good luck as well.

Done and done.

She waited until she left the market, sitting down against a building to see the contents inside.

Reaching her hand in she pulled out a couple notes, it'll be enough to get her some actual food, so she was happy.

She also pulled out a dark grey cardigan, nodding her head, mmm alright this is nice, she thought as she put it on.

Sticking her hand in one last time, she pulled out something she never thought she have possession of, a revolver.

Bella froze in her spot. Looking wide-eyed at the thing in her hand.

She's never held one before. Quickly throwing back into the bag, she closed it.