A monologue from the perspective of Sarah Connor
I used to believe the world was an alright place.
Sure, it was a shithole, even back then. There were shitty people doing shitty things. I had a job, as a waitress, at a shitty diner. Angry customers roaring at me as if I were to blame for their uncooked steak. I smoked in the back room, barely able to see through the thick, choking haze.
Those were the days when I didn't know better. I didn't know the truth back then. I was oblivious, a horse with blinders over its eyes, seeing only what was in front of me, seeing only what I was meant to see.
What I wouldn't give to have those shitty days back.
Then it came. A machine sent to terminate me because of who I would give birth to. I wasn't even pregnant with my son. I didn't even know what was going on. All I knew was that if I didn't run, if I didn't fight, I would be destroyed.
At first, it was impossible to believe. Killing machines from the future? A wiry soldier sent back to protect me? Time travel was something that belonged in a science-fiction movie, not my life. It didn't matter. I was being pursued by a relentless killer, be it man or machine. The only option was to flee, then fight.
I killed it.
My protector died.
I gave birth to the child that was meant to be dead.
No one believed me. For years I roamed the Earth, giving my son, John, the best life he could have while preparing him for the future. I knew the truth now. On August 29th 1997, Judgement Day would happen. 3 billion human lives would end when nuclear bombs ripped through cities, nothing more than dust in the wind. Terminators would crawl over the earth like ants.
It happened again. The Terminators came back through time again, two of them this one. One to protect and one to hunt. After a harrowing journey, we gave the hunter a taste of its own medicine, melting it in a pool of molten metal. Its' screams brought nothing but joy. The protector terminated itself, with my help, even after John screamed and shouted for it to stay. It broke my heart to make him so distraught, see tears tracking trails through the grime clinging to his face.
It was finally over.
After going through these events, I now know what I have to do. I must protect my son, prepare him. People aren't going to believe me, no matter how much I insist that what know to be true is real. After all, who would believe a woman who escaped a psych ward and blew up a computer factory? That doesn't matter.
What matters is what I do to save the future. Whether Judgement Day happens or not, I have a duty. The sky-splitting light, the agonising screams and children turned to ash, buildings crashing and crumbling to the ground. That's what my duty is. To stop the destruction of the world, to stop billions of people from crumbling like leaves.
Who would have thought that I would be here now? Though I know the truth of what will happen, I often find myself wondering what it would be like to live a normal life, an oblivious life, wrapped up tight in my own little world. I could have friends, a life.
But I can't.
I have a responsibility to protect my son and by extension the world. If I keep him safe, then everything will be alright.
If I don't, then the destruction of the world as we know it is no one's fault but mine.
Bitches be writing fanfiction for class projects. It's me, I'm bitches. I got away with this, got a top mark, and was thrilled. I had a sudden brainwave to post it, so here I am. Hope you enjoyed.