First off, don't get excited and don't get angry. This is just a note about how I'm changing the title of the story.
The other night I couldn't get to sleep, so I put my ear phones in and listened to some music.
Then this song that I just recently put on it came on.
Mad World.
The cover version by Gary Jules and Michael Andrews. And as I listened to the lyrics, my brain pieced some things together and I realised it sort of corresponded with the story.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
{Familiar faces, her brothers, the Grimes, Shane. Worn out places, the world in general, it's gone to shit, there's no salvation anywhere, and walkers overrun everywhere. Worn out faces, the survivors, the stress and fear in them. Daily races, running, surviving the walkers. Going nowhere, there is no where to go.}
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
{Sort of explains itself. The constant feeling of no hope and no safety, the thought of just ending it yourself seems like a tempting choice.}
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world
{The dreams of dying, they're like an escape, it's the end, it's over, there's finally peace. But then they wake up, and they're brought back into the nightmare world they live in.}
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
{The kids have it worst, they shouldn't have to go through everything they've seen, heard and felt. It'll be a rare time, if ever, when they're actually happy again and not horrified every minute of the day and in their own dreams.}
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
{The Black family moved from foster home to foster home, which also meant going from school to school. They longest they probably stayed in one school was a year. So they were new people everytime they entered a new state and school, they had to toughen their nerves and become strong.}
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world-
And I know there's an actual meaning to this song given from Tears for Fears (the original), I'm not that dull. But I listened to it and found my story in it, so I'm changing the title name from 'What the Hell?' (and honestly, I didn't know what the hell to call this story, so 'what the hell' just went in) to 'Mad World'.
Because they really do live in a mad world. And I'm happier with this title.
So. Hopefully this little note didn't piss anyone off too much. I'll put up a new chapter ooooooon Thursday, or Wednesday, depends on how fast I can edit it.
So keep your eyes out for that, and for the title change as well. I'll be changing the title after I put up the next chapter.
Thanks for the views and reviews.
