Come follow me

I was sitting on my bed, with my light shining around me. The room is quiet, except for the creaking of floorboards outside the door. I stared at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen while resting on a soft comfy bed.

"Have you ever had a feeling that you wanted your pain to end while you're sleeping?"

"Want to find out what your purpose is, but it is not enough to cheer you up?"

"Do you want someone to comfort you when you're mentally hurt?"

"I guess they'd be better off without you." I thought as darkness slowly climbed to my decaying, rotting body.

Tears rolled to my face, to express my pain before the light vanished and I was alone.

Then a voice came. A scratchy deep male voice.

"Your time has come my friend." It said I feel its presence staring down at my lonely whimpering soul.

"Come follow me".