Dexter Moore

Dexter Moore is a character role-played by Saunders.

Description
My name is Dexter, Dexter Moore.. But my closest friends call me Dex. I was born on June 26th 1991 in Birmingham, England. At age 3, right after my little sister Roxanne was born my parents decided to split up. It was a messy break up which ended up with my parents fighting over me and Roxy, in the end my dad, Michael Moore, took my little sister with him to Germany, it was probably to get her as far away from my mother as he could and to be honest I don't blame him, she was a stupid drugged up junkie. This ended up with me staying with my junkie mother, Janet Moore. My experiences of being neglected as a child still stick with me to this day and it's probably why I'm so fucked up in the head. Nobody was there most of the time and, even when they were there, they weren't really there as they were always out of their minds on whatever drugs they could slam into their systems. It was pure hell. Half of the time my mother didn't even noticed whether I had actually gone to school or not as she as always upstairs out of her mind. At first I really enjoyed school and I had this huge motivation to make sure that I finished with good grades so that I didn't end up just like my mother. However, I missed so many days due to my mother forcing me to go out and steal to make money for her and her crackhead boyfriend to buy drugs with, and if I ever refused or back chatted her, either her or her boyfriend would beat me. There has been more times than I can count where either of them has paled my head in with all sorts of shit, golf clubs, baseball bats, hammers, knives and that's just to name a few.

All of this started from a young age and by the time that I had started secondary school I had come to the realisation that I would never get the life that I had always dreamed of. I wasn't that smart and began to fall behind in my grades, I'd been in trouble with the police more time than I can count and I got bullied for being the quiet and weird kid. Because of this I started to go off the rails, I began to smoke cigarettes, do drugs and drinking whatever alcohol I could get my hands on. I always knew that I shouldn't have been doing it, but with life at home being so bad, the struggles I faced everyday with my mental health issues, and all the bullying I had to deal with because I was "a weirdo, loner, loser", all of the drugs and drinking helped me to numb some of the pain. I mean, it wasn't my fault that I was a psychopath/sociopath, or at least that's what my doctors and counsellors told me.. I don't really believe in labels anyway.

I hated society, I hated how we were supposed to meet it's standards and if you didn't you'd be classed as an outcast all because you didn't want to feed into it and become a "normal human being". After all, society was just one big front to control the masses and to sell them shit. Nobody ever got that, not until I met this girl on Instagram that went by R0x94, she was 16 at the time and I was 19. Rox was just like me, suicidal, a loner, hated society and had been through so much shit. I was her best friend and she was mine, I could see past the sweet girl in her pictures, I was able to see the suffering in her eyes, the sadness and loneliness. I think that's why she let me in, because I got her when nobody else ever had. We spoke for months, we would talk about how we were going to kill everyone on the planet, how we would stop society in its path and what we would do after we had accomplished it all. It took some time but she really let me in and told me her whole story. One thing that really stuck out to me was when she told me that her step brother's spent years abusing her, that infuriated me and I promised her that I would make them pay for what they did. I don't think she believed me, but I think she was thankful for the gesture.. Little did she know that I was a fucking nutcase, I really meant it when I said it.

Life continued as normal until one day, and I'll never forget this day, I received a phone call.. It was weird because I never normally answered numbers that I didn't know, but something was telling me to answer that day and so I did. Upon answering the call I was met with silence, "Hello" I said, "Hello, are you Dexter Moore?", I couldn't believe it.. I knew this voice, I froze for a while before replying. "Roxy? Roxy, is that.. is that you?!". I heard the phone drop, then the call ended. I couldn't believe what had just happened, all this time the girl I was talking to was my sister, my precious little sister. The rage in me at that point was astronomical, I should have been there for her, to protect her from all the evil, I should have fucking been there instead of being here not being able to do a fucking thing to save her from the years of pain. I knew that I couldn't let her struggle anymore, I had to be there for her, I had to protect her..

After the phone call and spending the next hour thinking about things the rage within me only increased. I was so angry that my junkie cunt of a mother never told me that I had a sister and so I confronted her about it. The bitch tried to deny it, I could feel the rage building up and up until I finally snapped. It was like something clicked in my head, causing me to snap and turn into a monster. I pushed her to the ground, climbed on top of her and wrapped my hands around her neck and tightened my fingers around her throat, completely cutting off her air supply. I could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to struggle out of it, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't move. Her fingers clawed at my hands uselessly and she used her last breath to scream for help, unluckily for her nobody was around. I tightened my grip one last time, my eyes burned with emptiness and anger as I watched the life slowly leave her body until her hands finally fell to her side and her body lay lifeless. It's weird, isn't it? Weird how somebodies' whole story, their whole life can end in a split second like that. What's even weirder is that after I had killed her, I felt absolutely nothing. At this point I knew I had to flee. I rang Roxy back and told her that I was going to be coming to see her, she was surprised when I told her that I'd be on the next flight, I didn't tell her why... I knew that I couldn't tell her what I had done over the phone, I couldn't risk her freaking out and not wanting me to come.

I was met by Roxy upon landing, it was weird seeing her in person, she looked so grown up, my little baby sister. We went back to her place, apparently dad was away for the week with his new wife and kids. This is when she told me that she had managed to get fake papers for us both weeks before her birthday because she wanted to run away with me when they finally met. We wanted to start a new life in America, a life where it was just the two of us and we could give living a “normal” life a go. She was the first person I could truly call a friend, the only human being that could make me happy, the only one to know everything about me and I knew everything about her, I could finally keep her close and protect her. We wanted to spend every second with each other, we had already lost so much of it and after all America was probably the best place for a person with mental health issues like me.