Her form was beginning to quiver now, as the memory played inside her head. The children shouting and screaming at her, throwing stones and spitting, telling her to jump off the cliff and kill herself. Everything just hurt so much, she had given in the pulsing headache and screamed so loud. The next thing she knew, everything was in ruins, and that poor girl was falling to her death.
"It w-was w-will-led b-by f-fear. All th-the sh-shout-ting and p-pain...I j-jus-st...b-blan-ked out, an-nd th-the cl-liff c-cr-rum-bled an-nd sh-she f-fell." she said, trying to hold back strained sobs.
The memory was far too vivid for her to ever forget, and even if she meant no harm, only wished the pain to stop, she was ultimately responsible.