You just pulled in to Sad Girl Town, population 2,376 sad girls.
After checking into a motel, you go to the café to get a bite to eat, but the girl behind the counter looks like she’s really having a bad time.
“Have you been crying?” you ask.
The girl nods.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll get the crumb cake then.”
You sit down next to a girl who’s staring out the window, looking like her heart is being broken by what she sees, even though there’s no one there. Maybe that’s the problem. The person she wants to see isn’t there.
“Is the reason you look so sad while you stare out that window because you want to see someone out there who is never there?” you ask her.
She nods.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
She shakes her head.
When you leave the café you almost trip over a girl sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk, sobbing into her hands.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask.
She shakes her head.
As you walk through town you start to get the sense that the sad girls are following you. You turn around and see a handful of girls walking behind you, sniffling and fixing their eyeliner. Then you walk for half of a block and turn around again and find even more sad girls behind you.
Before long there will be hundreds of sad girls following you. Their sobs will be deafening.
“Is there anything I can do to help!” you shout.
They all shake their heads no, creating a palpable breeze.
That night you have trouble sleeping with all the sad girls wandering around the parking lot of your motel, crying and sniffling, shuffling about in deepest woe. You lock the door when you hear them scratching at it, but they come crashing through the window, a pile of them on the floor of your room, sobbing and bleeding from the broken glass.
You run to the bathroom, trying to shut the door behind you but the sad girls block it from shutting. They push into the tiny bathroom, still sobbing, while you cower in the corner of the bathtub.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask one last time before they shake their heads no and reach their arms out, grabbing at you.
Happy Sad Girl Town Day!
