Nothing to live for
Her name is Patty. Patty was your average women at some stage in her life . She was smart, attractive, witty with a decent job working in a law firm. She had no other family, except a sister who lived with her and supported her throughout all of her struggles. Then one day this all changed...

Patty was busy working one night when her sister called her phone. She refused to answer it because she was busy working on a big case for her law firm and she didn't want to be disturbed. The hours went by with her sister still calling her phone constantly,yet Patty still shrugged of the calls and eventually turned off her phone. Once she had finished reviewing her case file, she lazily dragged herself to bed. Dragging the top half of her body, which would be followed the bottom half, much like a worm. She finally got to her bedroom and she was instantly asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
In the morning she awoke to the sound of her cellphone ringing again. This time she picked it up,assuming it would be her sister,but she was wrong. The caller ID was her sister's, but the voice coming out of the phone was male. The male turned out to be a doctor. This doctor told Patty that last night her sister was in a car accident and they needed a relative to supply the blood type she needed to survive. Patty dropped the phone, shocked at what she had just heard. She didn't need the doctor totell her the rest, because Patty knew what he would've said. Her sister was gone. Never to return to this world.

Patty blamed herself for what had happened to her sister. The only person in her life that she had cared about was dead and she considered it to be her fault. She went to the bench on the side of the road where they had made a memorial for her and she spent her days there. Even getting into smoking because she felt it was the only way to deal with the stress. She sat there for weeks on end, repenting to her sister for the fact that she wasn't there to save her. She wouldn't answer her phone and her law firm eventually fired her. The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months and the months turned to years.

Now she sits there,in an eternal state of grief. Patty is wearing a hat to shield her from the rays of the sun that day. In her attire are also a pair of earrings, a necklace and three rings. All of which belonged to her sister. She has been doing this for over 30 years now, just sitting in that one spot. Blowing through packs and packs of cigarretes every day. Her voice is a lawnmower now. She clears her throat countless times before she can even utter a single word. The over-excessive smoking is causing her already frail body to deteriorate even faster. Her hair has withered with time and become like an unwatered plant. The sea of sadness she has endured has long since turned her once still ocean like skin into skin that has been completely overrun with ripples. Her eyes have long since been drained of their vibrant hazel color. Now all that one sees in her eyes is nothing but despair. No hapiness, no joy, no love. Only anguish.

Now she just sits there. Awaiting the day when her existence can end and she can finally become reunited with her sister. Patty does indeed have nothing to live for.