The Story of Slim Shady

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"What do you mean 'wait'? Have you waited to tell me why you died?" You frown as you swallow hard but look around the bloody room of Hector. "Why is his room so bloody?" Slim looks at you annoyed and looks over the room again, the bed was a mess...

His ones simple, yet clean and cleaned up bed with made-up sheets every day... Was now ripped into shreds and covered in red stains still wet...

The walls covered in the MARVEL-posters and different kinds of car-posters were ripped violently off the wall and paper-pieces were laying scattered over the floor amongst dozens of splats of blood on the wall and floor, leading out the door. 

"How many days after the suicide of..." You trail off as you saw a necklace on the nightstand amongst the blood. You walk over to the necklace and pick it up in your hand, turning it over to see a picture within it. A picture of Hector and his mother... The necklace opens on accident and a paper falls out, Slim goes all quiet behind you as it fell out. You bend down and pick it up and unfold the little note and read what it said out loud, written in a sloppy handwriting but in an effort to make it look pretty. 

To mama,

I love you. I love you more than the sun loves to kiss the grass on a summers day. I love you more than a horse loves to eat its hay,  I love you more than life itself and I love you more than I can ever confess. Love, Hector

You look up from the paper and at Slim as he looked at the paper with his blue cold eyes. 

"You really loved your mother didn't you?" You smile, happy about the fact he had human emotions and showed them so openly as such. He bites his lip and sits on the bloody bed with a sigh after a while, you look at him and sit down next to him. He places his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands with a long exhale. You bite your lip a little worried, worried about what he would do to you if you tried to show him you were there for him to listen if he needed to tell something to get it off his chest. 

You eventually place your hand on his shoulder gently, he turns his head and looks at your hand and back to you. 

"...." He bites his lip a little and look at the floor silently, just staring in front of him while he let you show your silent support with your hand on his shoulder. "This isn't Hectors blood..." He says quietly, you frown a little but keep quiet, letting him take his time. He looks at you with a painful look in his now watery blue eyes. "It was my mama's blood..."

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A) "I'm so sorry... Do you wanna tell me about it?"

B) Is he playing a game on you or being genuine? Regardless you should probably act as if you believe him; though keep yourself on the look-out for something suspicious.

C) "How old were you when you died?" Given that he says mama  like a little kid he couldn't have been old...