Erin Hubbard

Other Worlds

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But nobody prepared me for how loud the sound of nothing would be when it escaped from my lips. I felt as if every celestial entity could feel the deafening wake of the pain that permeated from my body. It’s as if it was sending this force field of desolation throughout the entire cosmos. I felt as if my entire being was a beacon, pulsating outward an emptiness that could split the universe into two. It wasn’t just my mind that was oscillating out of control, but my body was spinning further and further into darkness as I propelled deeper into the cold nothingness that outer space provided. I wondered how I even ended up here, encapsulated by this odd spacesuit that temporarily protected my frail human body, plunging away from what you might consider home. Earth. His face flashes in front of me and I remain consumed by his existence. The reason I am even here in the first place, spiraling throughout the expansion of the galaxy. Him. He was the reason.