Short Story on Odyssey: Alone

Short Story on Odyssey: Alone

A young girl has many hardships to deal with throughout her life.

Alexandra opened her eyes and saw that she was in an enclosed hospital room. The bright lights blaring caused her to squint her eyes. Alexandra woke up very disoriented, she didn’t remember why she was in the hospital. All she kept feeling was a sharp pain in her jaw. It felt as though someone was stabbing her with a knife on her jaw line. She also noticed that her left arm had a purple cast around it. The cast went past her elbow and she had a black sling holding up her arm. She looked around and saw that her room was on the surgical unit of the hospital. A white curtain was surrounding her bed and there were needles and clamps next to her. The sight of any type of needle made Alexandra sick to her stomach. She was terrified of needles. She kept trying to distract herself from looking at them. A few minutes passed by and three doctors came into the room. One was male, he had light brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white and red over coat and had blue gloves on. The two other doctors were female. One had black medium length hair with brown eyes and the other woman had blonde hair and green eyes. They were also wearing the same hospital wear.

“Honey, my name is Dr. Anderson and this woman is an anesthesiologist her name is Dr. Wilinski and that other lady is her assistant Dr. Baker. We brought you here around 1pm. You fell off your skateboard and broke your arm and jaw. Before we could put you in the ambulance you were having a panic attack. We calmed you down and then brought you here as fast as we could. You fell asleep and we managed to put a cast on your broken arm. Now we need to perform surgery on your jaw.” said Dr. Anderson.

Alexandra’s jaw was very warm and inflamed. She started to breathe heavily through her nose and didn’t know which doctor to look at first. She has never had surgery before and being surrounded by all these doctors made her feel overwhelmed.

“Who can we contact in your family before we perform surgery?” asked Dr. Wilinski. Alexandra’s mouth was very sore she could only mumble a few words at a time.

“I don’t live with my parents. My legal guardian is my aunt, but she hasn’t been home in weeks,” Alexandra said slowly. She saw a black pen and a notepad next to her and decided that would be a better way to communicate. She took the pen and wrote, since I am seventeen I know I need my parent to sign my medical papers, but what happens if I literally have no idea where my mom is? My dad can’t help me because he is in prison. The doctors glanced at what she wrote and decided to all go outside of the room and figure out what was the best option for her.

Alexandra sat there and began to over analyze the situation. She thought back to the accident, bits and pieces were coming back to her. All the people at the skatepark saw her fall down. She began to think that someone purposely messed with her skateboard. Alexandra has been skating for years and it seemed extremely odd that she happened to fall the way she did. She started to think that her life was a curse. All these negative thoughts were coming to her and she felt very sorry for herself. She had no idea how these doctors were going to help her without her parents.

“This young girl has a point. We need to try and contact her mother since her father is in prison. Hopefully her mother will have her medical records with her at home,” said Dr. Wilinski.

“We need to find out more information about her mother. If we can’t get any information we will perform the surgery in 45 minutes,” said Doctor Anderson.

The three doctors slowly walked back into the room Alexandra was patiently waiting in. They looked at Alexandra and saw that she was crying. Doctor Wilinski sat down next to her and explained to her that everything will work out, but Alexandra wouldn’t stop crying and her heart rate began to race. Doctor Wilinski helped her with some breathing techniques for ten minutes and Alexandra finally began to calm down.

“Alexandra I know this is a traumatic day for you, but we are only here to help you. Can you give us your mother’s full name please?” said Doctor Wilinski.

Alexandra wrote down on the notepad, Christina Marie Hoffman. Doctor Anderson is the chief of the hospital and he recognized this name. He sat down next to the computer and began to search the name in the system. He looked up her history and found out that she was on the second floor in the psychiatric unit.

“Alexandra your mother is on the second floor above you. She was admitted three nights ago because she had a schizophrenic episode. Her levels are becoming more stable now,” said Doctor Anderson.

Alexandra looked quite worried. She knows her mother suffers from this mental illness. It has frightened her ever since she was a child. She has been worried majority of her life about inheriting schizophrenia. Her mother never takes her medication properly and that always causes her to go in and out of psychiatric units.


She was sitting in the corner with her hands around her head rocking back and forth. She lost the love of her life. He was sentenced for twenty years. She kept trying to swallow her tears, but they were overflowing her tear ducts. She hasn’t slept in days and began to think there were secret spies that set up her husband. She stormed out of the house trying to find the men in black suits. She began scurrying back and forth in the back alley when a police car rolled up. Christina thought he was the secret spy. She began to yell at him and kicked him in the face. The policeman knew she wasn’t mentally stable, they took her to a psychiatric unit that same night. Every since her husband Jimmy was sent to prison her mental condition became worse and worse. Depression became the best of her. She sat in silence everyday not able to speak to her only child. Alexandra learned to keep silent as well. She would sit in the corner of her dingy room and felt the cold tiles on the back of her thighs. Alexandra felt abandoned and laid her head on the floor as tears began shedding down her face. At age seven she had no one to turn too until her aunt Jenny had them move in with her.

Alexandra blankly stared at Doctor Anderson and couldn’t find any words to speak. To think that her mother is in the same hospital as her at the same exact time was bizarre. The last time Alexandra saw her mother was three years ago. They were at her aunt Jenny’s house and her mother Christina was sitting in the corner drawing symbolic messages on a whiteboard. Her sister Jenny knew that she wasn’t okay and offered to take her to go get some help. Her mother became very angry and began punching the walls and throwing around furniture in the house. She became so enraged that she stormed out of the house and rode her bicycle away at ten o’clock at night. Jenny and Alexandra tried to follow her in a car, but they lost her.

“Your mother will be back. She always comes back eventually,” said Jenny as she began driving away from the scene. Alexandra sat in silence watching rain slowly hit the windshield wipers. Jenny got out of the car and told Alexandra to come inside, but all she wanted to do was sit in solitude. Silence was echoing in her ears as her body became numb. She couldn’t move from the black leather seats in her aunt’s car.

“Alexandra...are you okay?” asked Doctor Anderson.

She began to snap out of her thoughts and nodded up and down. Doctor Anderson and Doctor Wilinski explained to her that they were going to start the surgery after Doctor Anderson goes upstairs to the psychiatric unit to have Christina sign the paperwork for the consent of treatment. They both left the room and Doctor Baker was nearby checking in on Alexandra periodically. Loneliness began to creep up on Alexandra as she laid down on top of the hospital bed. Her jaw felt disjointed and swollen. She kept looking outside and saw rain drops hitting the window. The room became darker and darker and all Alexandra could hear were the monitors beeping, her heart rate, and the fluids dripping from the IV.

Alexandra kept staring at the clock because she wanted this surgery to be over already. She kept thinking about her mother and hoped she would be able to help the doctors sign the proper paperwork. If only her aunt Jenny were around, this whole procedure could have been much faster. Her aunt Jenny became Alexandra’s legal guardian after her mother left. Since she was gone for over three years, Alexandra needed someone else to help her out in situations such as this one. After Jenny got guardianship over Alexandra, her behavior started to change. She would mentally abuse Alexandra.

You are a waste of space. Nobody wants you! I only took you in because of my younger sister. Your mother and father should have never had a child!” yelled Jenny.

Everyday it was like clock work when my Aunt Jenny went on a rampage. She screamed and yelled about how expensive I was to take care of. I learned to just stay inside my room and lock my door. I didn’t want anything to do with Jenny. I think she has anger management problems. As I sat in my room my world became cold and empty. I thought my family would love and nurture me, but all they do is leave me or yell at me. I wish I could fade away, anything to stop the ever-present pain.

As the years went on Alexandra began to hate her mother. It’s very unfortunate, but Alexandra prefers to be away from her mom. Her mother’s instability has really affected Alexandra in a negative way. As Alexandra was waiting for the doctors to come back, her body started heating up. Her neck became as red as an apple and hives started forming. Her nerves were getting to her. She couldn’t stop touching and itching her neck. Doctor Baker walked back in and looked alarmed.

“Alexandra you are beginning to get hives on your neck. Let me go get you some Corticosteroids,” said Doctor Baker.

She returned in less than a minute and began to help Alexandra apply the medicine on her neck. The swelling, redness, and itching went down and Alexandra began to calm herself by breathing in and out slowly. A few minutes went by and she glanced to her right and saw Doctor Anderson walking back into her room. This time he came back with Alexandra’s mother. He had to bring her down here in a wheelchair. Alexandra noticed that her mom had dyed her hair since the last time she saw her. She had a strawberry blonde color this time. As her mother approached her, Alexandra also noticed that she looked much thinner than before and she was very pale.

Doctor Anderson began to speak, “Alexandra your mother Christina is at a balanced level with her medications now. She is being very cooperative and wanted to come down here to make sure you were alright.”

As they both made eye contact with one another Christina began to shed several tears, her face turned pink, and her eyes became enlarged. She looked at Alexandra and said very loudly, “My baby girl!” She seemed relieved to see her only daughter. Alexandra on the other hand was not as happy to see her. Her eyes shifted side to side as she began to bite her lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth. She didn’t want to speak to her mother. All she wanted was this paperwork to be over with, so the doctors could proceed with her jaw surgery. A heavy silence settled over them, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Doctor Anderson went on explaining the paperwork and procedure to Christina. She followed all his directions and filled out everything correctly.

Doctor Anderson began to ask, “Christina do you know if your daughter has had any previous surgeries and if she is allergic to any medication?”

Christina stared blankly for two whole minutes and finally said, “Alexandra hasn’t had any surgeries when I was raising her. I don’t think she is allergic to anything either.”

Doctor Anderson was hoping her mother was giving him the correct information. Since they were running out of time he believed her and had her finish the paperwork. After Christina signed the consent for treatment form she began apologizing for being a terrible mother. She kept trying to get through to Alexandra, but all she did was stare straight ahead at the white wall and ignored her mother as if she wasn’t talking to her. The doctors told Christina that they had to wheel her out of the operating room. They also told her that Alexandra and herself will be getting released tomorrow morning. She waved to Alexandra goodbye and the doctors took her away. Once her mom was gone Doctor Wilinski and Doctor Baker came back into the room.

They began to get the sterilized metal tools ready and they started to get out medicine. Since Dr. Wilinski is an anesthesiologist she explained to Alexandra that her surgery will be forty five minutes long, and that she will be put to sleep for it. The doctors told Alexandra that this procedure has been done several times in the past. Since her jaw is broken they will need to wire her mouth shut for a total of six weeks. She will only be able to be on a liquid diet. Alexandra didn’t like the sound of that, but she knew it had to be done to help the pain. Doctor Baker began to put a breathing mask on Alexandra because that will help put her to sleep. The medication through the IV will also help numb any pain. Doctor Wilinski and Doctor Anderson were working hard together, while Doctor Baker handed them tools and kept and eye on Alexandra. They first had to pull out one of Alexandra’s teeth so that they could fit the wire through her mouth. Once that was done they wired her jaw shut. The space from the tooth will help her eat and drink and it can also help her get some verbal communication out. Alexandra’s eyes bit by bit became smaller and then she fell asleep.


Memories and despair were clawing at her brain. Darkness was all she saw. Loneliness eats you alive and swallows every hope you had left to spare. Hoping one day soon she could run up into her father’s arms again. Thoughts of her mother before her breakdown ran through her head. She kept wondering how much time she will have until she breaks. First it was her mom, now her aunt is acting strange. What is next?

After forty five minutes Alexandra needed to be taken to the recovery room. They needed to allow the anesthesia to wear off for another fifteen minutes. Once that was over Alexandra slowly began to open her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she was gasping for air. Alexandra sat on the hospital bed rocking back and forth always in motion. Her face was just the same as when she was a girl in distress, buckling under the strain. Every few seconds her hand flickers to her face patting her jaw. She was trying to open her mouth, but before she tried to move Doctor Baker stopped her.

“Alexandra just calm down everything's okay. You just finished surgery and will be heading home tomorrow morning,” said Doctor Baker.

She understood and began nodding her head and sat in silence. The two other doctors came into the room and explained to her the after treatment instructions and told her she has a follow up appointment in a week. They handed her several pieces of paperwork that also explained what she needed to do at home. Then they told her that her insurance only paid for two hundred dollars of the procedure. The whole surgery ended up costing a total of $1,200 dollars and the cost will be seen on her mother’s hospital bill. Alexandra knew her mother wasn’t going to be happy about the bill. Alexandra was afraid of her mother, her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a big ball and wait for someone to save her. But no one would no one was ever there.

The doctors then gave Alexandra her prescriptions and told her before she gets released the hospital’s pharmacy will fill them. They turned on the TV for her and told her to get some rest. Alexandra waved at all of them and tried her best to say, “Thank you very much!” There at night loneliness dominated her emotions. The room was very silent without any company. All she kept thinking of was the resentment of her mother until she fell asleep.

The next morning Alexandra woke up around 7am and Kayla her nurse was there. She began to ask about her living situation and told her she needs to go home with her mother, so that she can be released. Alexandra really didn’t want anything to do with her mother, but she knew her mother probably had no other place to go. That means she is going to end up at her aunt Jenny’s house. Minutes later Kayla brings Christina in the room.

“We are going to your aunt Jenny’s house. She has agreed to let me stay there with you, but we have to take a cab there,” said Christina.

Alexandra’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. She was very offended that her aunt only answers her mom’s calls and never hers. They walked down the halls of the first floor of the hospital with Alexandra’s nurse. She stopped at the pharmacy and gave Alexandra her medication and also handed her mother the hospital bill. She then gave them a cab voucher so that they could get home for free. The cab outside was bright yellow and had black leather seats. They got inside the cab and told the driver that Jenny’s house was is in Palmdale. He turned his head as fast as a race car. He was shocked to see that they were from that ghetto area in California. That suburb is very close to Los Angeles and is one of the most run down towns in the area.

Finally they arrived at Jenny’s house and Alexandra was not comfortable having her mom stay with them. Jenny opened the door to the house.

“Alexandra skateboarding finally got to you huh?” laughed Jenny.

This really pissed off Alexandra, so she stormed into her room stomping her feet. She sat on her bed for a few minutes and she hears her mother already screaming in the kitchen to her aunt.

“What do you mean this hospital bill is $1,000! I am not paying for this! I wasn’t the idiot who fell off of a skateboard!” yelled Christina.

Jenny was on her sister’s side and they both scurried into Alexandra’s room. Christina threw the hospital bill at Alexandra’s face and told her that she can pay for it. Jenny was just standing there laughing at Alexandra. This began to build up more anger in Alexandra, her adrenaline was pumping and she began to turn beet red. She began running toward her mother and started punching the lights out of her with her right arm. Jenny tried holding them back and Alexandra found the strength to even kick Jenny with all of her force. She hit them so hard they both were knocked out in the center hallway of the house. Alexandra took the hospital bill, flipped it over and wrote on the back of it, Thanks for causing so many problems in my life. I hate both of you and I hope I never see you again. She threw the paper on top of both of them and started packing a suitcase. She took her aunt’s car keys and decided to start driving away. She didn’t care where the road took her. She drove for miles and it never got any easier. Abandonment made her feel utterly alone.

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To The Girl Who Had A Plan

A letter to the girl whose life is not going according to her plan.
“I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” - William Ernest Henley

Since we were little girls we have been asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” We responded with astronauts, teachers, presidents, nurses, etc. Then we start growing up, and our plans change.

In middle school, our plans were molded based on our friends and whatever was cool at the time. Eventually, we went to high school and this question became serious, along with some others: “What are your plans for college?” “What are you going to major in?” “When do you think you’ll get married?” “Are you going to stay friends with your friends?” We are bombarded with these questions we are supposed to have answers to, so we start making plans.

Plans, like going to college with our best friends and getting a degree we’ve been dreaming about. Plans, to get married as soon as we can. We make plans for how to lose weight and get healthy. We make plans for our weddings and children.

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We fill our Pinterest boards with these dreams and hopes that we have, which are really great things to do, but what happens when you don’t get into that college? What happens when your best friend chooses to go somewhere else? Or, what if you don’t get the scholarship you need or the awards you thought you deserved. Maybe, the guy you thought you would marry breaks your heart. You might gain a few pounds instead of losing them. Your parents get divorced. Someone you love gets cancer. You don’t get the grades you need. You don’t make that collegiate sports team. The sorority you’re a legacy to, drops you. You didn’t get the job or internship you applied for. What happens to you when this plan doesn’t go your way?

I’ve been there.

The answer for that is “I have this hope that is an anchor for my soul.” Soon we all realize we are not the captain of our fate. We don’t have everything under control nor will we ever have control of every situation in our lives. But, there is someone who is working all things together for the good of those who love him, who has a plan and a purpose for the lives of his children. His name is Jesus. When life takes a turn you aren’t expecting, those are the times you have to cling to Him the tightest, trusting that His plan is what is best. That is easier said than done, but keep pursuing Him. I have found in my life that His plans were always better than mine, and slowly He’s revealing that to me.

The end of your plan isn’t the end of your life. There is more out there. You may not be the captain of your fate, but you can be the master of your soul. You can choose to be happy despite your circumstances. You can change directions at any point and go a different way. You can take the bad and make something beautiful out of it, if you allow God to work in your heart.

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So, make the best of that school you did get in to. Own it. Make new friends- you may find they are better than the old ones. Apply for more scholarships, or get a job. Move on from the guy that broke your heart; he does not deserve you. God has a guy lined up for you who will love you completely. Spend all the time you can with the loved one with cancer. Pray, pray hard for healing. Study more. Apply for more jobs, or try to spend your summer serving others instead. Join a different club or get involved in other organizations on campus. Find your delight first in God and then pursue other activities that make you happy; He will give you the desires of your heart.

My friend, it is going to be OK.

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