Steps to Madness

I'm as Scared as I am Captive

                 "She has been through hell. So, believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles." Lilian heard these words being swapped between her parents and the two FBI agents. The agents had come to question her grandparents death, who had disappeared for two days and "suddenly" showed up in the forest. Swinging underneath a grand poplar tree with these large gouges in the form of scratch marks. The last FBI investigation they claimed it was a bear, although they live somewhere that the closest forest is 5 miles away and, their grandparents are homebound. When Lilian had walked through the forest in a makeshift shortcut she saw them, peacefully flowing in the wind, she had barely even flinched. All she did was stare in awe, the visions that the archangel had shown her about several days before, it was true.

            If you are wondering, yes, Lillian had been to hell. She came back the day after like nothing had ever happened. Yes, sometimes she stares into the fire longer than usual, and yes, she wakes up screaming some unknown word from some sort of language and, for a while after, her parents both swear they hear two voices instead of one. Right now Lillian was sitting at their coffee table writing weird symbols on a piece of paper, sometimes she would look up to her right, like someone was coaching her.
"She never acts as she used to, after that incident. Sometimes I wonder if she's still sane." Her mother said quietly with a bit of a frown on her face.
"Every once in a while I find her out in the forest, almost like she wants death." Lilian's father sighed.
"Well, can we talk to her?" One of the agents said. Lilian's mother smiled. It was a weird smile, with no sense of emotion.
"You can try."

               As the FBI approached Lilian she looked up, curious.
"Hey," He said, smiling.
"What are you doing?" Lilian studied him for a second and then turned her paper around so that he could see. The FBI looked down at her strange writing. Suddenly he looked very confused.
"Where did you learn this?" He said, pointing at one of the signs. Lilian hesitated, but then stood up and walked over to the stairs,  pointing up them to show him where. The agent got up and nodded at his colleague, who nodded back. Then he made his way up the stairs, following the girl to her room. But when he looked into Lilian's room, he couldn't help his eyes from widening just a bit, or his mouth falling open.

                   Paint, the wall were absolutely covered in sloppy paint and symbols. The FBI looked around the room. The teen watching him silently.
"When did these appear?" Lilian looked around.
"I'm not supposed to tell, mom said that it could put me in trouble." She said, ever so quietly. He looked down at her.
"I won't tell anyone, please, this might be dangerous."
Lilian considered that.
"Okay, but don't tell mom I told you." He nodded.
"I won't tell her if I have to run through purgatory." Then he smiled, there was even a small smirk from the teen.
"Well, they showed up after I came back." The FBI nodded.
"Came back from what?" Lilian looked very uncomfortable when he said that.
"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to-"
"I... I'm an.. I came from... I need help." Lilian said, her face showing many emotions, some of them sadness, fear, and confusion.
"Yes?" Lilian was suddenly shaking.
"I don't know what to do, my parents hurt me for no reason that I know and I-" Her story got cut off by sobs. "I'm not sure if I'm even human!"

               The FBI agent was frozen to the spot. "You're not human?" Lilian sobbed again.
"I don't know! And what's worse is that if my parents find out they'll surely try to hit me more! I don't know what to do and you're the only one that can help this!" She said all this very fast.
"My godfather has been helping me by using a cloaking spell for my trace. But he can't do that forever!" The FBI crouched down.
"Hey, I'm gonna help you if its the last thing i do. We just need a plan." He said walking into the room.
"I also need you to close that door. Secrets sake you know?" Lilian nodded closing the door and locking it. The agent sat down on the floor and patted the carpet in front of him. Lilian sat down across from him.
"The first thing I should say, is that I'm not a real FBI agent. My name's Sam Winchester, please, just call me Sam." Lilian nodded. "Second thing, we can bust you out tonight. So don't leave your room, if you aren't here we can assume your parents did or are doing something to you." Lilian nodded again. He got up and walked over to the door.
"Sam?" He paused.
"Yes?"
"Where will I go after you help me? Will I stay with you?" Sam looked back at her.
"I don't know, I don't know."