Closure is here!

I looked around my office, well its actually my room, but that doesn't matter right now. I looked at the person in the seat in front of me. Her arms were folded, and she clearly didn't want to be there. That much I knew.

"Why do I have to do it?" Ember complained, boredly. "First that dipstick takes my guitar and I can't get it back until this is over! I'd rather be hauled off all the way back into the Ghost Zone! What if your parents come running in?"

I sighed, and pulled out my clipboard. "Ember, we're here to give you closure on your life before this one. And my parents won't. They're at a Ghost Convention."

"Fine..." Ember sighed. "But you still aren't an adult, even if you act this way." I sighed; this was going to be a long night.

"First off, how did you die?" I asked her, with a serious look on her face.

Ember looked at me. "I died in a fire... I could have been rescued, but I was too depressed to notice anything around me. Including the fire." She said, sadly as her hair lowered a little bit.

"But why were you so depressed Ember?" I asked her, as Ember put her head down.

"I don't want to talk about it. I don't even want to be here." Ember said in an annoyed, yet still depressed tone.

"Come on Ember. If you want to get rid of this problem, you need to talk about it." I told her, with the tone I only use on Danny and my patients, and Ember was one of them.

"Fine. I was a young girl who dreamed of being a rockstar. But, I was more unpopular than the dipstick. My parents didn't care about me either. They always called me the wrong name, like kids at school. I was grounded in my room every single day for no reason at all. They even told me the only reason they had me was to get more Welfare and Food Stamps money..." Ember started.

I nodded, and said, "Go on."

"One day, this one cute kid in my class asked me out to the movies. But he didn't show up. I ran home, crying my eyes out. I guess I left my hair-styling stuff on, and a fire started. I refused to get out of the house. Nobody cared abuot me. Who would care if I died? I had nobody. I came out as a ghost, and made my hit song, Remember. Now people do remember my name. I wanted to rule over everyone who ever ignored me, and that's what the whole town basically did to me. I wanted, and still want revenge on all those people." Ember finished, sobbing.

"Ember." I began. "It's OK... People do care. Wasn't your name Amber when you were alive?" I asked her.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"Your parents were already punished. The police found out that they purposely lit the fire, so they could collect some insurance. They had thought you were out, and no one would catch on. But, they were wrong. They were arrested for murder, child abuse, and child neglect." I told her, remembering that article I read.

"They did? And they are already punished? I didn't know... But they got what they deserved." Ember said, with a grin on her face. "But how do you know all of this?"

I pulled the newspaper out of my desk, and flipped to the page. "Here. Read this." I said to her, handing her the article; Ember took it, and began reading.

After a few minutes, Ember finished. "They got what they deserved. And I can't believe the whole town came to my funeral because they felt bad. I don't need revenge anymore. But then, what am I supposed to do?" She asked me.

I thought for a moment before coming up with an idea. "Well, you can go on a world-wide tour and make you more famous. You're good with the music buisness, but why not just get a regular electric guitar?" I suggested.

"I don't know. I probably could." I turned off the ghost shield surrounding the room, so she could get out. She flew towards my window, before turning around. "But thanks Jazz. For everything." She flew off, and I smiled. Usually I don't use these methods, but they do wonders with ghosts.

Now Ember had closure. And its all she could ever ask for.