Life or demise

Chapter 1: Geddon

"Geddon? Geddon, Geddon!" Said Mr.Carlson addressing the young boy sitting Infront of him, who was at the moment lost in his own thoughts.

"Hmm? Yes" replied the boy,

"You were telling me about your mother" said Mr.Carlson

"My mother... Yes. She's... She's... Ehh... Where was I?"

"You were telling me about how much you hate it when she takes long work trips" Mr.Carlson replied while jotting something down in his note book, glancing at the boy and back.

"Oh yeah, the business trips... I guess I feel neglected when she goes off and leaves me all alone in this house. It's so empty without her you know,  like the vacuum of space..."

"Hmm..." Murmurs Mr. Carlson while he scribbles down more information intently.

"what are you writing down in there?" inquires the boy

"Hmm? Oh, just taking notes of the important bits of your thoughts, you know, the essential stuff." said Mr. Carlson

"Why?" asked the boy

"Why Geddon, I'm your therapist, your Uncle hired me."

"My Uncle? I thought you said you were just a friend of his. Doesn't matter I don't need a therapist, you can leave now, if that's what you're here for" said the boy in a revolting manner.

Calmly "Yes I'm your Uncle's friend and also a therapist, he asked me to give you some sessions, I hope that's OK." He explains with a warm smile "Anyway, I'll be off for now, but I'll be back tomorrow, same time ehhh Geddon."
Mr. Carlson gets off the sofa and exits the living room, goes through the kitchen and out the door. The boy is left alone in the house.

"A therapist huh. I wonder why Uncle Ronald would up and do such a thing as to get me a therapist. I wonder if mom had a part in this. Those two are always scheming something."
He says thinking out loud, with his hand covering his face, pushing back into the sofa to attain optimum comfort.

While glancing at the grandfather clock in his living room. Surprisingly, "Wait! It's eight o'clock already? That guy must've been hear for an hour! What a waste of my precious time. I got school tomorrow"

He hops from the sofa and leaves to his bed room. After turning the lights off, without a Chang of clothes he passes out on his bed.

The boy's name was, Geddon. a rather peculiar boy with a rather peculiar mind. He's thoughts and views of the world were unlike any other, some would say he was crazy, wired or sick. But he was weird, quite weird indeed. For instance, the love he had for his mother was like the burning sun, eternally blazing. You could say he was a mama's boy, but it was more than that. He had a mother complex.

His mother was undeniably, literally everything to him. If the circumstances called for it, he would kill for her. In fact he would always wear pink because it was his mother's favourite colour on him, it made her happy seeing him in that bright, happy colour toppled with a smile from him, so she would say.

In that he decided to strictly wear pink full body to compensate for his neutral expressionless face. He always looked calm and collected, the kind of kid who couldn't sustain a smile on his face for a second, if his life depended on it. The furthest he could go was a grin, and still, that's on his good days.

Aside from that, he was a rather passive boy, careless of all he deemed irrelevant. His passivity drove him into irresponsibility. For instance, the night Mr. Carlson left, he knowingly disregarded everything related to the word "responsibility" going  to bed without changing his Sunday clothes, locking the front door, closing the open windows and shatters.