I remember only one day of being loved, one day of not getting closer and closer to my death.

It was my 3rd birthday, me and my twin were playing with each other. We were playing cheesecake baker, and making a mess on our parent's kitchen floor. Our parent's were outside talking to the new family next-door, asking them if they wanted to come to our party.

I remember smiling as I put a ton of sugar in my mouth &, my twin brother Timothy, was pouring flour on the floor. Our parent's cleaned us up & called my two older bother's to the car. We were on our way to Niagara Falls, about a ten minute drive, so the only people with seat belt's on were my brother & me.

Oh, wait, I forgot to mention one thing, my uncle was there too. The hate I have for that man has powered me so much in my killing. But, we will get to that a little latter.

My father had given me & Tim 2 comic books, " Marvel Hornets" we had always loved the comic book drawing's, Tim asked for dad to read it to us. Father said at the Falls.

It seemed like the happiest day of my life. Everything was amazing, especially the fact that Uncle was not drunk & smiling. Then I saw that pineapple truck, coming right toward us. A voice in my head sad the words, " tell your family you love them"

" Momma, dada, Jaswon, Gwabe, Uncwle, Timmwe, I wove you" I said, thing is, those were the first ever words I ever said.

"WHAT" my whole family said turning to me, taking their eyes off the road. I keep my eyes on that truck, so did Timmy. Then he said in a happy voice

" Bye Bye Evewy one"!

Then the truck hit us.

I felt nothing, I knew something though.

I knew that Father, Mother, Jason, Gabe, all died.

I knew that Uncle had broken his arm & pelvises.

I also knew, me & Timothy didn't even get a scratch.

I was thinking I was lucky,

But that was the first day my sanity started slipping away. Like The Dawn, I was replaced by the Dusk.

This is my story, my name was Dawn Wilox, but now it's Dusk.

This is the story of how I became a Creepypasta.