this is writing I did for febuwhump and never posted to tumblr (I have a few writing pieces on ao3 under Tasty_Souls if you're interested in reading more)
Killian could've sworn she heard a whispered “die,” and felt a shove from behind before she went tumbling down the stairs. It felt like an eternity yet only a few seconds at the same time before she landed at the bottom and her vision went blurry.
•••
She woke up in an unfamiliar room, a throbbing pain all over her body, especially her head and arm. There were dim lights coming from above, an annoyingly consistent beeping coming from beside her, and something stuck in her arm.
She looked down to see an IV, then glanced around the room to see a couple flowers and a teddy bear sitting on a window sill.
The hospital...? Why am I here?
That's when Killian remembered what happened. That whisper, the hands... It could only be one person.
MOTHER.
How could she do this to Killian?! A mother's touch was supposed to be gentle, to be loving. Not... Not this.
•••
Later, when Killian was feeling a bit better, her parents came to visit. As she saw her mother, her eyes narrowed at the woman, pure and unbridled hatred in her eyes. “You pushed me!”
“What-?” Her mother's eyes went wide in shock and she shook her head quickly. “Sweetheart-”
“NO! YOU DID THIS TO ME!”
“Killian-”
“GET OUT, MONSTER!”
Killian’s father stepped in. “Killian! You will not speak to your mother that way!”
“SHE PUSHED ME! I'll talk to her any way I want!”
But the way Killian's mother looked at her made her doubt (just for a second). Maybe she didn't do it...
“Baby, I know you hate me and you want me to be responsible for this, but I didn't push you. I would never do this to you.”
Killian’s eyes stayed narrowed. “Then why do I remember you pushing me?”
“Kiki,” her father started softly, “I was there, I saw what happened. Your mother didn't push you.”
“Then…” Killian faltered for another moment. “Then why do I remember it? HUH?!”
“The doctors said the damage your brain took might mess up your memories. It must be a side effect of the fall.”
“But-”
“I know you're upset, love, but you have to remember that the fall messed with your memory. Your mother didn't hurt you, she would never hurt you.”
The sincere look in her parents’ eyes finally convinced her and she sunk back into the bed. “I'm sorry, mother...” she muttered reluctantly.
She was wrong. Her head must have been playing tricks.
“Thank you for visiting me. I didn't mean to blame you.”
Killian’s mother leaned in and wrapped her arms around the girl. “It's okay, baby. I know you're hurting.”
