Wayville: A Short Story

Wayville It all happened so fast. I remembered me and my brother walking out of our house telling my mum goodbye, then my brother stopping to look at the Adelaide Oval. Then a man getting out of his truck, a gunshot going off and me falling to the ground, that’s where the memory stops. When I woke up I was still on the ground with people crowding around me. I tried to get up, but there was a sharp pain in my right shoulder and I fell down again.
“I wouldn’t try that mate. The bullet ripped right through your shoulder it looks like,” I heard a man’s voice say.
“Were… where’s my brother?” I asked, only now just realizing my blood on my shirt.
“I didn’t see a boy lying here to, maybe he ran to get help,” A woman 's voice offered
“No

I knew I shouldn’t have let you walk with your brother to school. If he got shot he would have stood up and fought for you. You discuss me, and now because of your weakness Darin is missing. All thanks to you,” my mum complained. Then she leaned over and slapped me right across the

The doctor told me I was good to go, gave my mum the bill, and bid farewell. My mum drove me home very ungrateful that I was alive. When we got home she told me to go to my room, not in the mood for an argument I obeyed. A few hours later I heard a scream and ran down stairs, my mom was passed out on the floor, I checked her pulse, nothing.
Just then I realized there was a note written in blood, it read: I know were your brother is, Wayville, come alone. Without a second thought, I walked outside and got on my motorcycle for some reason I don’t know. My neighbor walked out and asked me what I was doing, I replied with something along the lines off finding someone, they just laughed but managed to get out,
“Honey just let the police do their jobs, they’ll find Darin,” But I rode off anyway.
I had no idea what I was getting into. About an hour later my motorcycle stopped working. I got off and found another note that read: Wayville. The way it sounded just gave me goose bumps. I got back on and nothing. I walked it the nearest re-pair shop. I was hungry and knew that it would take a long time. I went to a nearby pub. I took a seat and right away someone asked me,
“How did you get that bullet wound?”
“I got shot, thanks for asking,” I replied not wanting the