Ember sat criss cross on a bench in Amity Park underneath an oak tree. Tonight, she had an acoustic guitar instead of the regular, ghostly electric guitar.
Today had been a monumental day for her decades ago. It was the anniversary of her tragic death.
There had been a boy that asked her out on a date to go see a movie. She waited and waited all night long until she realized he wasn't coming and decided to go home. When she got there, she was so exhausted that she just flopped onto her bed and was out in the blink of an eye. The next time she awoke, she was in the ghost zone, surrounded by ashes on one of the smaller floating islands. She soon realized her appearance had changed and she could fly around this strange place.
In current day, Ember began strumming her guitar, singing the lyrics of her most popular song quietly.
It was, it was September.
Winds blow, the dead leaves fall.
To you, I did surrender.
The wind blew and picked up a few warm colored leaves, blowing them past Ember's face. They caught her gaze. She closed her eyes and kept singing.
Two weeks, you didn't call.
Your life goes on without me.
My life, a losing game.
But you should, you should not doubt me.
You will remember my name.
The chorus began spilling from her lips, still much more soft and fragile compared to how it's sung during a performance.
The next verse began and Ember squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.
Your heart, your heart has mended.
You're off, now bear the shame.
Like dead trees in cold December.
Nothing but ashes remain.
After all these years, Ember couldn't understand how someone could just forget a person inside a burning building. Her parents, their neighbors, somebody. What were the firefighters even doing when they got there? Did they search the house?
Oh Ember, you will remember.
Ember, one thing remains.
Ember, so warm and tender.
You will remember my name.
Ember's voice cracked on the last word and a tear slipped down her cheek.
No one would remember the right name. Just this alias that death provided her with.
Ohhh, Ember, you will remember.
Ember, one thing remains.
Ember, so warm and tender.
You will remember my name.
"Yeah, you will remember my name…"
Ember whispered the last line, dropping the guitar in front of her and wrapping her arms around her stomach. She looked up at the sky, the full moon blurred by her tears. After a moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at first, then turned around to see Skulker standing behind her, a solemn expression on his face.
"Let's go home…" He whispered.
Ember nodded, picking up her guitar and slinging it onto her back. Skulker took her hand and together they flew off towards the Fenton's to return back to the ghost zone.