The Secret Society of Self-Harm

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The Secret Society of Self-Harm

Illustration: Saachi Mehta/ Arré

T

he first time Ahana cut herself it was “beautiful”.

As she sat on the cool seat of the commode in her bathroom, thinking about the boy who had broken her heart, the blade hovered over her clean, smooth skin. Her heart raced and the adrenaline shot through her body, as the blade sliced through her skin and tissue, ruby-red blood spilling on the white, gleaming tiles.

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