After Forever: A Black Sabbath Fanfiction

22~ Sabotage

"O-Ozzy... what are you doing...?" I asked, cracking the basement door open. The dim florescent light flooded downstairs, flickering every few seconds. Ozzy wasn't anywhere to be found in the house, so I called downstairs: "Ozzy...? Are you down there?"

"No." I heard him say, and I quickly ran downstairs, looking for him.

"Ozzy, where are you? I just want to-"

"If you must know, I'm busy," He whispered, emerging from the shadows. His face was stubbly, his long, usually brushed hair was messy and flying everywhere, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept for days. As I got a glimpse of him, I gasped.

"Wh-what's wrong with you? You look terrible...!"

"I... I just need some alone time. The guys have been pressuring me lately... they have a bunch of new songs that they've written, but the thing is, they've only written the instrumentals. It's obviously my job to come up with the words, and they've just been pressuring me to write for the past few days. I want to make them happy, they're my friends. You know what I mean...?"

"Ozzy, you're going to hurt yourself. Tell them you can't work extremely fast and you need time. Can't you do that?"

He sighed, throwing the pile of papers in his hands to the floor. "I... you're right. But since you've made me stop doing drugs, I've not really been able to write music as well as before,"

"B-but what about Iron Man...? And A National Acrobat? And Who Are You? Those aren't about drugs," I tried to suggest.

"I was high when I wrote them. I mean, if I try, I can write,"

I smiled. "That's the spirit. Why don't you write some songs about love...? And still some of your satanic stuff,"

"I don't know. I'm not really into writing that kind of stuff. Y'know, happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal," He smirked at his own song reference as I rolled my eyes playfully.

"But now that's a lie. I'm pretty sure I've turned that sentence into a lie,"

"Yeah, you did," He stood up, putting the rest of his papers and other objects onto the table and then he sighed, pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"Come to bed. It's two in the morning, you had me worried. I didn't know where you went,"

He nodded, following me upstairs. "Yeah... I think I'll tell the guys tomorrow that I'd like some time. Time to write my songs. You've got some good ideas, babe,"

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Morning came quickly, and before I knew it, it was nine in the morning. As I woke up, I yawned, and then rolled over on my side and was met with my smiling Ozzy. He was laying there, shirtless as always, with his hair pushed to the left side so it was falling down his left shoulder. "Sleep well?" I asked.

"Yeah. I did. I fell asleep right after you made me come to bed, so I got about seven hours of pure sleep. It felt good. Y'know, I've got a few songs that I've written... songs I never put onto any albums because I thought they were bad. I've got about five... do you think that's enough?"

"Well, most of your songs are like, longer than six minutes each, and... how much time can a record hold? Um... the point is, usually you put like, six or seven songs on each of your albums, right? So you need to write like one more song unless you think you can make them all really long."

Ozzy propped himself up on the back of the bed and hugged a pillow to his bare chest. "I remember writing a song around the same time when I wrote Paranoid... I have it tucked into a notebook somewhere. It was like, along the same lines. I'm pretty sure the title was I'm Insane or I'm Going Insane or something. The guys weren't really big fans of it, so I sort of just forgot about it... and now that I remember... I wrote two really long songs that I wanted to go onto Master of Reality. Obviously, they didn't make the cut,"