She ran from the room. It wasn't fair. She ran down a hall with large pictures on either side of her. At the end of the hall there was a set of doors. Above the doors was a picture larger than the rest. His face was stern and cold. He wore a large red cloke and a golden crown on his head. The men in the pictures on the wall were wearing the same thing. But there was something different about the one above the door. The difference was, the man above the door was Esme’s father. 

Esme ran into the room and cried, “Daddy!” The king was at his desk doing something on the computer. 

“Esme”, he sighed, “What are you doing here, you're supposed to be packing. You're leaving in the morning.” Esme shuffled over to her father and wrapped her arms around him. 

“I don't want to leave!”, Esme cried, “I want to stay! I want to stay.” The king put Esme in his lap and looked her in the eyes. Esme never liked her father's eyes. She could never explain it. It was a feeling they gave her. A feeling she didn't like. 

“Esme.” The king said. That one word made her stop crying. It was his serious tone. The tone that told her it was time to be quiet, “You are leaving tomorrow weither you like it or not. There will be no more crying, or else.” Esme couldn't hold it in anymore. She started to sob. She knew she would get into trouble for it, but that just wanted to make her cry even more. Her father did not look impressed. He put her on the floor and she crumbled. Her father left her on the floor and went back to his work. She just laid there and cried. She didn't want to go. It wasn't fair. All she wanted was her mommy, but she was gone. She was gone and she was never coming back. It wasn't fair. None of it was ever fair to her. She lost her mommy, and now she has to leave. It was always her. She remembered when her mother died. She was five years old. She remembers sitting in a room with drapes over the windows. There were no lights on either. She just remembers sitting there on a stool. As her mother died in the other room. There was no one else in there with her. She can’t remember anything else from that night. Only that she was alone, in a dark room, knowing her mother was dying.