|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|Dear Aiden Sequel|

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|20|

I pushed open the bathroom door with as much force as I could and then proceeded to turn on the shower, letting the steam cloud the small room.  I pulled my clothes off and stepped into the hot shower. I could see my ribs still, though my body has surprisingly gotten into better shape. I lightly traced my fingers over the letters that had been singed into my skin that night of the fire. They felt disgusting and made me feel ugly and sick to my stomach.  Gritting my teeth, I pulled my hand away from the grotesque scar and ran my cold, bony fingers through my knotted hair.

I let the hot water run down my back while I washed my hair and the rest of my body, trying to ignore the scars. As soon as the soap was rinsed out of my hair, I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the bathroom. I found my suitcase sitting neatly on the floor in front of my bed. Picking out the first things I could find, I threw on some clothes and then continued to towel dry my hair while I looked in the mirror hung on the wall.  As a second thought I put on some messy eyeliner and a deep shade of red lipstick.  I scoffed a little at how sickeningly pale it made me look.

Nonetheless, I rolled my now darkened eyes and slipped on my shoes and shoved the room key and my cell phone into my back pocket and walked out the door. Just as I’d stepped out and the door slammed shut behind me, I felt a chill run down my spine that made me cringe. I knew that it was because Justin was behind me and his heat was beckoning for my icy chill, begging for a chemical reaction as he silently hoped that I would turn around and acknowledge him. But I didn’t. I merely straightened my posture and continued on my way to the lobby.  Inside the elevator I was impatiently pressing the close button until the doors finally came together and I selected the ground floor button. The elevator was silent other than the occasional bell sounding as it passed each floor.

There was suddenly a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins and I felt like I wanted to take out the world. Maybe it was because it had just occurred to me that I was about to do the unthinkable. I was essentially about to put this little love triangle on blast to the whole world. At one point in my life, I maybe would have thought twice about it. Though, now, I was only out to better myself. There comes a time in everyone’s lives where you must decide what is more important to you. Someone else’s happiness…or your own. If you were me, you would probably have come to the same conclusion that I did: I’ve been living under the hand of others for far too long, sacrificed my own happiness for that of others for too long. It’s about time I got my way, wouldn’t you say?

The elevator doors slid open and I stepped out. I saw Kenny standing next to a pillar in the lobby and I went to him. “Well, let’s get this done,” I said and he nodded once. I could tell that he had his own thoughts about what was going on between Justin and I, but was choosing to keep his mouth shut. It was probably better that way.

He walked me to a coffee shop within the hotel and gestured to where Scooter was sitting, with a stack of paper work in front of him and his phone glued to his ear.  I raised my eyebrows and let out a sigh before crossing my arms and walking towards him. As I came up on the table, I reached out for the chair across from Scooter and flipped it backwards, sitting on it with my legs apart. He looked up at me and then finished his conversation with whoever he was on the phone with and then set it down. He looked at me dead in the eyes.

“Okay, so, Justin said you agreed to tour with him as a performing artist. To do that, I have to have you fill out some paper work,” He said and passed over a sheet of paper, “essentially, you’re taking me on as your manager and you’re being signed to Island Def Jam records.”

I nodded once, “sounds  simple enough. Gotta pen?”

“It’s not as simple as it seems,” he replied, sliding a pen across the table, “You don’t have an album, let alone any singles, and your face is only known from tabloids and E! News.”

“And?” I said as I proceeded to fill out the paper work.

“Aiden, it’s going to take a lot to make you a star overnight. Justin’s concert it tomorrow night. Don’t expect to get any sleep tonight or tomorrow for that matter. We’re about to perform a miracle,” he said in a dead serious tone.

I looked up at him from the paper with a cocky grin on my face, “Oh, trust me. I am a miracle.”

“Good. Then let’s make headlines,” he said with an equally cocky grin.

“Deal,” I mused, tossing the paper and pen back at him.

“First, I’ll be sending you to a stylist. They’re going to give you a new look. I’m not going to limit you, so tell them what you’re going for and they’ll do it. Then, you’ll be picked up from there and you’ll meet Justin at a photo shoot. We need pictures for ads, billboards, whatever. Lastly, you’ll go to a recording studio here in town where I’ve arranged for an affiliate to allow you to record a demo which will be sent to our studios. It’ll be edited into your first single and will be on the radio by Sunday,” he said, giving me a look that told me that he had expected me to chicken out right then and there.

However, I simply shrugged, “sounds good to me. Is that it?”

He nodded and gave out an exasperated sigh, “yeah. That’s it.”

“Well, then I must be going then. Seems I have much to do,” I said and stood from my seat and turned to leave.

“Aiden,” Scooter called out just as I was about to leave the coffee shop. I turned around and made eye contact with him.

“This is a big step. Your life is going to change drastically and you can never go back. Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked.

I slowly walked back to the table and leaned down on it with my hand, “Scooter. This is something I’ve dreamed of since I was a very little girl. Did I think it would come this quickly, or under these circumstances? No. Am I afraid that this might be too much for me? Maybe a little, but I’m willing to risk it all to prove my point,” I said.

“What point?” He asked.

“That’s something that you and all of the rest of the world is just going to have wait and find out, isn’t it?” I smirked and turned to leave.