Writing prompt
Negated by Emoryems
Rating: PG
Notes: Just a small blurb trying to get to know the character better. Not really happy with how this turned out.
Words: 395
Disclaimer: ... definitely do not own any part of the Stargate universe.
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Daniel can't remember the good times as well as the bad. He read an article once about a chemical released during highly stressful events that produced a better-preserved memory in order to maintain survival in latter similar situations. He can recall something about flashbulb memories and the amygdala.
Memories of his parents, cherished and thought of often, endured his childhood intact, but now the edges have frayed and torn, pieces of these priceless artefacts lost in the oblivion of time. Sometimes he wonders if he could somehow catch them and sew them back together, but then that's impossible, isn't it?
His father was a kind man who laughed often, and loved his family freely. Daniel had always held the greatest of respects for his father, who helped to show him the world through clear eyes, always one to point out the subtle indiscretions. Daniel can see both sides with his fathers' wisdom.
He doesn't think he could have become a student of human nature without his mother to gently pull his sight, his whole self, to see the suffering and the agony that is within humanity. She showed him the love and compassion, balancing hurt and joy; teaching him that the layers, what separates them, and what is hidden, is the most important lesson of all.
The first time Daniel got hurt, he can't recall; the time or place long faded into the sands of Egypt. The only evidence left from that pain is a small patch of whitened tissue above his right elbow. There is no one left to tell the tale.
Daniel still jumps every time he closes the blade of a pocketknife, the glistening silver disappearing into its case. He thinks that maybe, in our own way, every person has a degree of post traumatic stress, a reminder from out most frightening moments.
Scars are but the paint in a picture; not fully integrated until manipulated to tell a story, moulded without a word.
The sound of a staff blast used to start his heart beating madly, cause his palms to sweat and stomach to churn, but now, years later with so many experiences imbedded in his mind, Daniel finds the fear responses twisting. He doesn't freeze, muscles locked and useless, and he's beyond dropping to the ground and cowering.
He fights back now. There is no place for running any longer.
End