Shot in the Dark: A Mick Mars X Ozzy Osbourne Story

Chapter 14- When Everything Goes Up in Flames Part 1

The time has sadly come......the following, was the start the true start of one of the darkest storms or periods of my life, and very fucking bittersweet. All it meant really, was it affirmed my then beliefs, my doubts....and I lost all trust and hope in Ozzy then, FOR Ozzy.... but as you will soon see.... I will find a spark of light admist all the darkness.

Has it really been a month since Ozzy and I first had sex? No....it wasn't just sex. It sure didn't FEEL like sex. No one and I mean literally no fucking one has EVER made me feel so desired and has driven me as insane as Ozzy has.... it's kind of hard to describe properly in words. One thing I know for sure is that I despite my misgivings.... those fucking doubts I have only managed to fall deeper in love with him.

Our first date if you will, was...was MAGICAL. Fuck there's something I never say or think, but in this case it was true. I managed to find a bookstore, Ozzy gallantly carrying all my books and me...animated, me Mick Mars giving Tommy Lee a run for his money, because I was and AM in love. We also just did some exploring in our current touring headquarters, ate and did what ever the hell we wanted.... spending the whole day together and night.... oh, a night full of passion......

I am brought out of my thoughts, looking around my dressing room.... just have showered and come off stage, but somethings wrong.... VERY wrong. My back hurts.... that's nothing new.... but the past few days and today especially I've been moodier than normal, snapping and crying and have hardly eaten....and I feel.... weak, and like I could....i feel my eyes widen, as I clamp a hand over my mouth desperately as if I could stop....i lurch for a waste basket or hell....never mind as I begin to vomit....the acid burning my throat and I am crying......needing someone anyone....i can't stop....and keep vomiting for another 10 minutes before FINALLY stopping.

"F-Fuck...." I groan, whimpering slightly. I wonder if I'm dying? Just great...just great! I am so scared...I am SCARED. Shakily I rise to my feet, feeling a bit dizzy....and by some miracle I find some water, water, and guzzle it like I have been in the desert for days. I guess lucky me, tonight was the last show.... meaning the tour is over...and I don't know what the fuck I am gonna do now or is gonna happen. I am alone, naturally.... Ozzy has been steering clear of me lately except for sex, pissing me off...but I can't stop my heart, stop seeing him...when I am with him, he treats me like I mean so much.

Nikki is depressed, still missing Gene very much.....still so hurt and he's at the end of his third month.....and everyone else besides he and I seem to be thriving.....Ozzy did tell me to come to his dressing room....so I guess I'll head there now, me trying to stop the fears....i haven't had the chance yet to change into my pants yet....and as I put them on....i growl in frustration that they won't fasten!!

"Are you kidding me?! I've barely...eaten..." I trail off, throwing my pants....my leathers across the room and I actually had the forethought to bring sweats, so I put on a pair of those and those thankfully fit, and I throw on my shoes and jacket hoping Ozzy won't mind...the nausea comes back and I really just wanna crash, but Ozzy wants to see me so shakily the growing fear clawing at my mind I make my way to his dressing room.....and as I approach I hear.....a woman's screams and that all too familiar voice that I can tell he's inebriated in some capacity and my heart drops....everything seeming to happen in slow motion....and I shakily I open the door and see....NO!!!! .... Ozzy pounding into some woman, and I SLAM the door open with sheer anger.... sheer pain....and Ozzy and the woman start, and he looks horrified as he realizes it's me....

"Mick?! I...."

"N-No...no, NO!! how...WHY...." I stammer sobbing, trying to find words.... watching my heart shatter piece by piece and I turn and I fucking run, which does nothing to help the pain in my heart, the burning down of my world......I stop a moment to catch my breath and I hear frantic shouting of my name....and a disheveled Ozzy, who it seems is in tears.