Diverst

Cold fire

When Volder reached middle school. He was the smartest kid in the class and even being disabled, he never let it get to him, and he always tend to work hard for the sake of his parents. He was around 13 years old and was coming from school. It was a normal day for him though he just got his test result and was really existed to show it to his parents. When he reached his home, he rang the doorbell and his mom opened it. As they were going inside Volder started talking about the test and the result and how he was again top of his class. His mother went to the kitchen after saying "You did great kiddo, making us proud as always... you are the best. But you must be tired and hungry, so just freshen up, I will get the food for you". For Volder having the highest grade was not something he wanted the reaction and praise from his mother is what a 13-year-old Volder ever needed.

Later that same evening when Volder was studying, he heard a sound of a car from outside, he understood who was it and rushed towards the door on his wheelchair to open it. As expected it was his father who just returned from his job. Volder was too excited to tell him about the result but he saw some tiredness in his father eyes... he calmed himself down and let his father settled and relax, and then he would tell him about the result. The greatest thing Volder wanted to achieve was to get validated from his own father, which never happened before. But Volder was determined to get acknowledged by his father and he would do anything for it. After 2-3 hours when his father was watching the daily news Volder went to him to show the result. As expected, his father left him with a very hollow reply "nice job". Volder understood by this reply that his father wasn't acknowledging him at all but was just being nice to him. This behavior of his father started to get to him for good now because no matter what he did it was always the same, no matter the achievement he accomplished or medals he won, it was always the same, a empty shallow up raise which have no meaning to it.

Volder went back to his room and looked at his books which lying on the table and for a moment he didn't wanted to go back to studying, so lied down on his bed and started thinking if everything he did was worth it, was everything go in the veins. While having these thoughts he eventually went to sleep with unfallen tears which were stuck in a 13 year old boy who didn't wanted anything but acknowledgement from his own father.

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Later that same night-

In middle of the night Volder started feeling uneasy and sensed a weird smell of burning something which might be coming from drawing room or kitchen. He was moving towards the kitchen but then saw his parents room light was still on. He closer he moved, more clearly he would heard his parents voice. Though he didn't wanted to eavesdrop but suddenly he heard his name. He stopped his wheel chair and want to listen what were the talking about. He found his parents were not discussing but having a argue over him. And to hear clearly what was the argument exactly about he got closer to the door and heard his father saying "Why we have that cursed child in our house!?, he can't move! He can't do anything! He is practically good for nothing, and since he entered our lives, he made it worse, why don't he just die-!!".

"Don't say stuff like that...he is our son after all. No matter how he is, he is our son after al-".

"Don't sweat it, you and me both know we are doing all this just for his grandfather who interested all his wealth to this monstrosity".

Sitting on his wheelchair, a kid who always wanted to just make his parents happy have just heard something which broke his heart into million pieces, he just sat there without blinking his eyes with a shock on his heart and shaved a question on his existence not as a kid but just as bank for the people he admired and seeked validation from. Answered the question which he had before sleeping, he muttered it as "s..o it was..n't worth ..it, I see... huh?" the unfallen tears finally fall down drop by drop on his laps, it felt like with every tear which was falling down, a emotion left the Volder body. From sad, frustrated and grief, he went to lifeless eyes, stone heart and emotionless face. For him his whole world was turned up side down, it felt like a fake world he was living in. Nothing made sense to him.

With nothing on his mind and no fair he opened the door of the room to his parent's. they were shocked to see him and by just a glance at his face, they realized that he heard everything and it too late to say anything but still they tried to talk to him, "it not like that kiddo, we were just joking, its not tru-

"LIES! LIES! LIES! STOP WITH THESE LIES NOW-"

All of the sudden a wave of fire with sound which can shake anyone travelled through kitchen to the hall way and entered the room from the backs of Volder. The shock was so big that half of the furniture fell down and blocked the majority of entry and exist of the room and only was out was from the path where Volder was sitting on his wheelchair. Before anyone could comprehend the situation a deadly fire have taken control over the burning house. And looking at the situation, Volder parents got out of bed and wanted to leave the house as soon as possible but a burning wooden almirah just blocked the path of the couple.

On one hand the couple was trying to make a escape from fire, and on another hand Volder have made his final decision.

"Mom-Dad" with no life in his eyes, with no expression what so ever, 13-year-old started to close the door with his parting words

"I guess, It was never meant to be." *door closed*

Volder started moving toward the exist from the house, trying to ignore the every noise his ear heard, every smell his nose sense and every view he just saw.

But for a moment Volder stopped and things he was ignoring, for a moment he addressed them, but what he heard from his ear, it broke him

"YOU ARE A CRUSED CHID, YOU SHOULD DIE, NOONE IN THE WORLD WILL ACCEPT YOU, YOUU-... last word of Volder's father.

After this he didn't looked back or stopped his wheels. They kept moving.

When he reached the exit, he asked "this is my story, my unfinished symphony." And a final tear have fallen on the burning floor.