Forever Infinite
An imaginative composed by Melissa (Year 10, Mackillop Catholic College)
There is a theory in the scientific community that if you fall into a black hole and look out towards the universe you’ll watch the universe die with you.
A crackle sounds out, a warning from the glass window. I look down at my helmet as the window starts to splinter and shatter as the universe outside stays calm. It's unfair that the galaxy I see can be so calm whilst readying itself to take my life. I look past the shattering window and look towards space. Stars reminding me of the fireflies back on Earth, dancing joyfully in the music of the night. Oh, how the nostalgic memories dance with them, music and voices, the people I love. It’s all a distant memory. The memories and stars slip from my mind as the ship spins into the view of the blackhole. I finally put on my helmet and just as it clicks in, the window gives out.
The glass floats as if rain suddenly stopped to enjoy the weightless feeling of space. The alarms are silent and the ink stains of the universe are blank and dark for just a moment. The fireflies go out in the morning because they know that the sun outshines their light. Oh how I wish this was the sun. I feel the pull of the blackhole, the universe giving me one last gentle hold. Not a second later it soon turns harsh as I’m ripped from the space shuttle. I guess it was foolish to believe the universe could be kind or gentle.
Gravity grabs and pulls as if thousands of hands were dragging me down, each harsh and bruising. Through my visor I see the shuttle floating further away. Just as I spin away I see the shuttle rip in half, sparks igniting in a symphony of voices that I will never understand or hear. I’m glad there was no one left on it. As I see the galaxy again I can’t help but reach out, perhaps to put them in a jar to show my parents. I’m sure they’d laugh and tell me to free them, explain how they belonged to the night, that the fireflies are the stars of the Earth to remind us where it all started from.
As I fall closer to the blackhole the expanse of the universe speeds up, stars become a choir of voices. A great firework show. The explosions they create are all different and beautiful. The symphony greater than the shuttle's explosions, colourful and glorious. The ink of the universe drips in as the last star dies. The hands of gravity wrap around my face and body, dragging me faster towards their source. It gets hotter and colder, my heartbeat slows and my eyes fall. I’m dying. It’s getting dark. I close my eyes, knowing I won’t open them again. I’m dying and only the universe will know and mourn. But I’m sure we all know the universe has no heart to mourn for me with.
