Love you to death..

I stared at the floating, glowing figure before me.
"Help me!" It screamed, yet the sound was no louder than a whisper. It was just another passer. You're probably wondering what I'm on about, in short... Ghosts. I can see them, I can talk to them. Whether they are here to stay or just here for a matter of seconds. I can see them all, before they move on to that better place. Passer ghosts, which is my name for them, are ghosts who pass on to a better place quite fast because nothing is keeping them here. They have no 'unfinished business'. I know it sounds all cliche, but I am telling the truth. I haven't thought of a name for ghosts that have unfinished business to stay on earth, I just refer to them as ghosts. If I had to come up with a name though I'd call them earth-bound spirits, heard it on a television show before. I help the ghosts pass on as much as I can, but some ghosts can't be helped for various reasons.
"LAUREN!" My mother shouted. I rose from where I was sitting on the grass in the garden. I hated leaving here, especially when it was so sunny. It was such a peaceful place filled with beautiful plants and trees, the emerald color of the glass shining in the sunlight was magnifi- "LAUREN! INSIDE NOW!"
I walked into the house annoyed, I wanted to relax back outside in the warmth of the sun, with nature surrounding me. It was calming, and a nice place to talk to ghosts as no one could hear me.
"Yes, mum?" I said as I walked through the open door. She must have opened it to call me.
"Look, we need to talk about this. I saw you, talking to yourself. Again," She said looking disappointed in me. Ughh, not again!
"I wasn't talking to myself mum, I told you. I was talking to the ghosts. There were 2! I can't just ignore them!" I whined.
"Try! Because this isn't normal, you shouldn't be having imaginary friends! There are no such things as ghosts and you know that, this is just a cover-up so I don't go on at you for having imaginary friends. It isn't normal Lauren, and you need to stop! Imaginary friends were okay when you were 5, but 16?!" Not another rant.
"GHOSTS ARE REAL!" I shouted at her. My parents thought I was clinically insane! But then again, so did everyone... I just wished that the people who are supposed to be closest to you, the people who raised me would understand! I was the only one I knew with this gift and I wished I could share it, because then I wouldn't be alone!
"No they are not, Lauren." She said looking at me sternly in the eye.
I stomped upstairs, trying to make a scene. Yes, call me a drama queen whatever. "Yes they are! And one day I'll prove it to you! And then you'll be sorry you ever doubted me!" I shouted from my room and slammed the door.
I clambered onto my bed as tears filled in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, I didn't want to cry but I was just so sad and so angry. I cry when I'm angry, I cry when I'm sad and when I'm angry and sad.. Well it's going to be hard to hold back the tears. I lay down on my bed and faced the ceiling.
"Why are you crying?" A voice said..