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

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|2|

Not even a moment ago, I experienced something that would have sent even the sanest of people reeling. I wiped the tears that had fallen from my cheeks and attempted, in vain, to calm myself. Leaning up against the door, as if to keep out an intruder, I prayed that I had been hallucinating. Though, I could not deny the raised hair on my arms from his flaming heat against my arctic ice as they came close to colliding. Like static electricity, I could still feel the charge running through my body. I took shallow breaths as I waited to see if I could hear any signs of life outside in the cold on the other side of my door. At first there was nothing, and then I heard him speaking softly. To some it may have been obvious that he was talking to me, but I didn’t want to believe that he was there

 “Aiden,” he said.

Anger fueled adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was quiet on the other side. Then his voice came through again, crawling into my ears and teasing my sanity.

“Please open the door,” He spoke calmly, as if he knew just how fragile I was.

“Leave me alone…”I said, mainly to myself as I choked on the words, traitor tears of anger trying to escape.

“Please,” he said.

My defence cracked and I broke, answering him, “Why the hell should I open the door for you?”

“I want to talk to you,” he responded.

I got myself onto my feet and swung the door open, the doorknob hitting the wall. He made eye contact with me quickly and I immediately advanced on him, taking a step forward, “ So NOW you want to talk, huh?” I said, trying to refrain from raising my voice. He could obviously see my anger, for he seemed to be slightly frightened. “Why should I talk to you, Justin?” I said, still advancing on him, backing him up against the hand-railing of the deck. “Why should I even give you the satisfaction of knowing how I am when you obviously didn’t give two shits for a year.”

He broke eye contact with me, seeming uncomfortable.

 “you shouldn’t have come here,” I glared at him.

“I had to see you, “He answered, still not looking at me.

“Yeah?” I asked rhetorically, “well you’ve seen me. Now go. I’ve got somewhere to be,” I spat.

I closed my front door with a slam and proceeded to walk to my car. He grabbed my wrist firmly, his eyes tearing up, “Please, Aiden, don’t be like this.”

“Don’t be like what? Oh, you mean don’t leave you here like this? If I’m not mistaken, you left first. I’m just following suit,” I remarked, ripping my arm from him.

“I didn’t want to leave, Aiden. You won’t even give me a chance to explain…”

I stopped abruptly, annoyed with him. Quickly, I turned around and crossed my arms, “I don’t need an explanation from you, Justin. I don’t even want and apology. What I want is for you to leave. I was doing just fine recovering on my own.”

“I still want to explain,” he pushed on.

“Justin, it’s too late. Go home. Go see Selena. I don’t care what you do. It’s almost Christmas so please don’t ruin your holidays with flashbacks of the girl you think you knew and trying to fix what you think you’ve broken. It’s not worth it,” I said to him, forcing myself to be calm.

“What’s happened to you, Aiden? You were never this cold before,” he said, hurt.

“I’ve experienced death, Justin,” I said to him and he looked at me confused.

“What? I don’t understand…”

 “That night, I died. Not in the theoretical term either. My heart stopped beating, Justin. In the ambulance. Since they just barely resuscitated me, I’ve never really been fully alive. Perhaps death did take something more from me. Maybe it took my heart,” I told him, telling him purely what he needed to know, then I decided to break the bond he had with me, “I wish it would have taken the feelings I had for you before you deserted my in that hospital bed. Wrapped in over starched bed sheets and an IV in my arm.”

He stayed silent, the rain soaking his clothes and hair.

“You should have just left me in that house. Let it burn me to the ground with it,” I added and his eyes shot up at me.

Before he could open his mouth to continue his arguing, I opened my door to my car and got inside. He stood outside in the rain, watching as I pulled out of the yard, passing his rental car, and rolled out into the road. Without a second thought, I drove away. I sped down the road, eager to put as much distance between him and myself. Whatever the reason he decided to come here, it was a bad decision. I’m not that same girl from Central High School who was stuck in the 80s. I wish I could be, but I’m not.

Why couldn’t he have just stayed gone? Forever? Soon enough I would have fully recovered from his emotional scarring, though just as the wounds were nearly sealed he shows up on my doorstep, ripping them open again. How long could I expect him to keep coming around? Hopefully not long.

I stopped at a stoplight, looking around at the things around me anxiously. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dialed my sister’s number and pressed the call button. It rang once. Then twice. Then three times. Four. On the fifth ring she finally answered.

“Hey howdy hey,” she answered cheerfully.

“I’m coming up to your house,” I said, sounding quite annoyed.

“Alright, that’s fine. What’s the matter, Aiden?” She asked.

“It’s nothing,” I lied, hoping maybe I would be able to keep his short-lived visit a secret, buried in a hole in my memory.

“Stop lying, Aiden. I’ve lived with you for 17 years. I think I would know when something is wrong with you, and when you’re lying.”

“Fine. You’ll never guess who I found on nana’s doorstep this morning when I went to leave,” I started.

“Who?” She asked, sounding obviously confused.

“Justin Bieber,” I said.

 There was silence on the other end for a long moment before she said to me, “you’ve got to be kidding me. What did he want? What did he say?”

“He wanted to see me and I didn’t really let him get a word in edge wise. I did most of the talking. Telling him to leave,” I answered.

“Why would you tell him to leave? I thought you missed him,” she said.

“ I thought I missed him too, but it turns out that the sight of him irritates me,” I said through gritted teeth.