My Demons

I'm walking along the dirt road in my bare feet. I was only five, my long blonde hair down to my waist and my favorite flower dress was all dirty. "Lillian?" someone called my name. I look up to see a guy with his clothes ripped up and bloody. His jaw was ripped apart from his face alittle, but that didn't stop him from smiling. His eyes twinkle with hope and sadness. 

"Yes, that's me!" I smiled wide and proud.

 "I need to talk to you then....you can help me right ?" 

"I'll try to do my best!"

 If I only knew at the time what I was getting myself into.....

Lillian was a normal girl. That was until she was five... She can see ghosts, not only see them, but can talk to them.

So what happens when she starts talking to a demon?