Here it is! The Last Chapter! :D

I know I said this many times back in DA, but I just want to thank the independent movie "Gimme Shelter" starred by Vanessa Hudgens for inspiring me to write this story. :D

Enjoy it while you can!

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Staying

It may be an emotional goodbye to everyone in the shelter, but the goodbye is never forever. I can still visit them whenever I feel like it. And of course, they are always welcome to see my first baby. I even received baby gifts from each and every one of them. Jade, August, Evan, Gavin, Satellite and Cloudy have new members joining into their shelter. I may not know who they are, though I am willing to tell them my story if I ever get the chance.

It's more than just telling everyone my entire homeless story in person. I never told anyone about this but while I was living in the shelter from the first day I entered, I've been writing entries about everything that has happened from the very start of this story's chapter. I turned my entries into a published book; a memoir about all the struggles I went through as a homeless runaway youth, a rape victim and a child abuse victim. I even wrote about my mom Emma Rosaline's death, my father Aaron's neglect and karma, my sister Emily Violet who died from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome before my birth that I never knew until Dad told me, my stepmother Lauren's arrest for her abuse and attempted murder on me, me losing my old friends, and everyone else back at the shelter. I even included my previous incidents with Sonic and Riley.

Here I am, two years later, living in a beautiful home, sitting on the rocking chair in the baby nursery, reading my own best-selling memoir and watching over my daughter, Lavender Rose Sparkle. With the pacifier in her mouth, my little purple-furred baby-me is sleeping in her crib.

When my book is done and holding it into my arms, I get up from the chair and I go to the crib to get a better look of Lavender. She's lying on her supine position with her head facing towards one side and the pacifier is still intact to her tiny mouth. She's wearing a pink onesie and a pair of white booties. I smile warmly when I glance at her.

Then, Lavender apparently wakes up; she opens her green eyes and she fixes her eyes towards me. She lets out a coo.

"Did you enjoy your nap?" I lovingly whisper to her.

"Bah," Lavender responds with coos through her pacifier, which is her own way of saying yes.

I touch her little hand and she grasps onto my finger. I giggle.

I tell her, gently letting go, "You are such a lucky girl, Lavender Rose Sparkle. You have a mother who survived through everything. She wrote a book." I show her the book in my arm, "She became a best-selling memoirist. And—she is happily engaged to the best hedgehog ever who happens to be your daddy."

Lavender coos again.

Without knowing, someone wraps his arms around me from behind. I smile some more as I grasp my free arm around his. I look up to make eye contact with him.

I say to him, "I'm just glad that you're the perfect father for her. I wouldn't have done it all if it weren't for you. Without you, I wouldn't be here to become strong and successful—and then live in a new life with the best gift I ever had."

Our arms drop tenderly as I turn around to make full eye contact with my fiancé—and the biological father of Lavender Rose…

Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic remarks, "And I'm just glad that I still have the best girl I ever had in my life." He then kisses me on the lips. "I love you, Amy Rose." I return the message.

Afterwards, Sonic gets closer to the crib. He takes his arms inside to pick Lavender up and then carry her into his arms. She coos when she sees her daddy.

"And I love you, too, Lavender Rose." He tells her. Lavender giggles.

We go to the dresser where I store my personal memento on top: a jade bracelet from Jade the Panda, a picture frame of me and my new friends—minus Riley, who is forever out of my life—back at the shelter, and my harmonica I used earlier during my runaway. It was given to me by my mother, so now I'm passing the tiny instrument along to my daughter when she gets older.

I place my memoir, laying it flat, on top of the dresser to add to the memento. I stare at its title.

"No turning back?" Sonic says with warmth.

"No turning back," I reply. And that is the title.

We're both right. As long as I have a place to permanently stay with someone I truly love—there is no need for me to turn around and go back to where I came from.