It's Not All As It Seems (will be rewritten)

Witness #2

The girl was curled up on the grass, her dirty blond hair was spread out like a fan, leaves clinging to her hair. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was muttering something I couldn't understand. The girl had a thick Australian accent. Her clothes were mangled and cloaked in mud. She kept muttering and moaning, and started to roll around, crying. 

"Help me." she muttered, her eyes opened wide, she had the grayest of eyes. "Heeelllppp." 

The girl then suddenly started shaking violently, she looked like she was struggling against an unseen force, something looked to be shaking her around, and she was trying to resist. 

"Help. Me." she gasped. "Put. Me. Out. Of. This."  coughing she doubled over, blood dripping from her nose. "Help."

Something cold and hard weighed my hand down. :Looking, I saw a large black gun being clutched by my hand. Eyes widening I looked between the struggling girl and the gun. 

"Help. Please. Shoot." she gasped, squirming, holding back screams of agony. 

Putting my finger on the trigger, I took a deep breathe and aimed at the girl, then pulled the trigger. 

A loud bang echoed through the empty meadow as the bullet zoomed to the girl. She screamed as the bullet hit her, and she fell limp amongst yellow flowers. 

Running over to where she lay, I saw that blood stained her clothes, right where her heart would be. A peaceful expression had spread over her face, she seemed to now be in a tranquil place, better than here, where she suffered. 

The yellow flowers were stained with her blood as I picked the girl up to bury her. Barely knowing her, I felt that she deserved to be truly at rest.

A shovel appeared in my hand and I started to dig in an area where white flowers grew. The girl laid amongst the flowers, butterflies fluttered around her, a couple resting in her hair. 

After 3 hours of agonizing digging I finished. Gently picking her body up, I picked the leaves from her hair. 

Clothes, wipes, a hair brush and a white sheet appeared next to me. Picking up the new clothes I undressed the girl and put dressed her in a yellow sun dress. I started to brush out her thick blond hair to untangle the knots. Then started to wipe her face, arms, and legs clean of blood and dirt. 

Finally satisfied, I wrapped her in the white sheet, as a wooden coffin emerged from the ground. I gently laid the girl into the coffin, and lowered her into the hole I dug. Murmuring a prayer, I started to cover the coffin with dirt. 

"I see you have finished the job I've assigned you." came a deep voice from behind me just as I finished burying the girl. Swooping down I picked some flowers and rested them upon her newly dug grave.

"I have..." I said hoarsely.

"You did good. She knew what you had to do. If she had lived. Evil would've spread faster than a wildfire in a dry forest."

"She was possessed."

"Yet she was a fighter. She could over come it. She could hide it well."

"Who possessed her?" I asked, looking back down at the grave. I was in desperate need for a shower...

"An evil beyond our wildest nightmares."

"She allowed herself to be possessed though."

"Silly boy. You can't allow yourself to be possessed! Evil won't come and ask 'Hey! You seem to have nothing really important to do! So may I possess you?'" 

I bit back a smile at this. "Then what?"

"Evil chooses whoever he wants too. She tried to fight back. You saw that she pleaded with you to shoot her and end it all."