Fighting Myself
Twenty-Two: Ryan
Waking up again in the same room I have been in what seems like forever. I sigh as I find Duma at the table where she always is, reading. I stretch and hear her put her book down. “How are you feeling kid?” she asks me like she does every morning when I wake. I look over at her and notice that she is staring right at me. “I feel like I’m ready to go home. I miss my mom, Duma. When will I get to get out of here.” I ask as I stand up from the bed and stretch. I see the sorrow in her face. “I don’t know Ryan. I wish I did.” She says sadly. “Hey how about we have a Zombie marathon today or we could play it on that game you like so much.”
I look at the TV that has the PS5 hooked up to it. The second day I was here she surprised me with it. We have been playin
