Better Life?

I had always been one to sit alone during lunch. I'd always see my classmates kicking the balls around outside, a bunch of them having fun and laughing. I wanted to play too. I wanted to have laughing fits and share homework answers with others aswell. I guess in the end it was me, it was me who doubted and didn't take the chance.

Cars honk, white frozen tears drop from the sky. Is it ok for me to rest? I still haven't done anything yet. I'm still only 19, my life is just starting. When will I be have a wife and kids? Are my parents here? Not like they'd care anyways. They never care about anything I do, I guess that's a relief. Maybe, just maybe.. My eyelids are heavy…

"You poor soul." A man's voice echoed through my head, my vision still black, yet I was conscience. The man's voice was soft, I could feel a warm touch on my cheek, "In this new world, you'll definitely find your purpose. I promise you."

Who was that? Have I ever felt a touch that warm in my life? Can I really have a purpose. I don't think I want to live anymore.. Warmth surrounds me, I'm tired now..

What is this smell? It smells good, it's like flowers. Can I open my eyes now? I open my eyes, I'm sat in a field of colorful flowers, the grass is green, fluffy clouds float in the sky, and cool wind blows slightly. Where am I? I touch my cheek where the hand had touched.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I call out, no answer just the wind whistling. I support my body up, I now stand on my two feet. Suddenly chatter starts to come closer to where I was. A group of people walk towards me. Two men and one woman, one of the men points to me, "It's a new comer! Come on!" The man starts rushing towards me, his friends follow.

The man inhales deeply and exhales fast, "You need to come with us. Now! We don't have much times."

I tilt my head, "I'm sorry.. why should I trust you? I don't see any reason to rush. Do you need mental help?

The two people behind him snicker a bit, "Just come," The man grabs my hand, "Or else!" He starts running. Suddenly the flowers start to slowly turn gray, vines then start to come up from under the ground.

WHAT IS THAT THING? What is this world, and what's with the moving vines! PURPOSE IN LIFE MY ASS!