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The Den
The Den
The Den
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The Den

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My world used to be simple. The life of a junkie.

 

Wake up. Get high. Repeat...

 

Even the sight of my dark, mould-infested flat never bothered me. I liked the darkness. It felt like home. It felt safe.

 

But now, there's someone else here. A little girl that watches me. Follows me.

 

She wants me dead.

 

But I won't let her beat me. I won't give her the satisfaction - because she's in my head.

 

She's not real.

 

And neither are ghosts...

 

 

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LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 29, 2019
ISBN9781393605591
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Steven Jenkins

Steven Jenkins is a San Francisco-based cultural critic whose writings on film, music, art, and literature appear in national periodicals, exhibition catalogues, and artist monographs. He is the author of City Slivers and Fresh Kills: The Films of Gordon Matta-Clark and Model Culture: James Casebere, Photographs 1975-1996.

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    The Den - Steven Jenkins

    The Den

    Steven Jenkins

    Contents

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    SAFE SPACE

    ONE

    TWO

    THREE

    FOUR

    A FEW MEASLY CRUMBS

    FIVE

    SIX

    THE ALPS

    SEVEN

    EIGHT

    NINE

    TEN

    EPILOGUE

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    SAFE SPACE

    ONE

    The cotton wool turns brown as it swallows up the liquid, its fluffy texture now a squishy ball at the centre of the spoon.

    The heat from the candle bites at my bare legs, but I barely flinch, barely notice. I’m too excited to give a fuck. Christmas. Easter. Birthdays. Every blowjob. All rolled into one. I carefully push the needle into the cotton and extract a small piece of Heaven, and then tighten the strap around my bicep until my thick blue friend says hello, pulsating, throbbing, like an erection, desperate to fuck something.

    I pierce the vein, push down the plunger, empty the barrel into my arm, and…

    I’m home.

    But I’m not really because the flat is always ice cold, yet all I feel right now is a gush of warm water running through me, filling my chest with air, lifting my body off the ground. I float like an inflatable lounger across the pool, the soothing ripples sending me deeper and deeper into oblivion. A place that belongs to me. An endless summer. Just me. No one else. There’s no loneliness here. No longing for friendship or love. Just the hot sun toasting my pasty skin, and the gentle breeze moving me along the water, rocking me to sleep. But I won’t let myself drift off, no matter how heavy my eyelids get. Not yet, anyway.

    I wouldn’t want to miss a second of this.

    In the distance, I see Darren. He’s lying on the sofa, in the corner of the room, shirtless. There’s a woman next to him, also shirtless, her small breasts pale and flaccid, purple bruises across her emaciated ribs. I don’t recognise her. Some slut he picked up off the street. A hooker maybe?

    Do they see me?

    Do they know I’ve left the room?

    Found somewhere better to live?

    Somewhere without pain?

    A place where the air isn’t a permanent cloud of dust and cigarette smoke?

    I’m getting sleepy.

    So sleepy.

    But this time I don’t fight it. This time I let it take me somewhere even better than here. Warmer. More peaceful.

    I close my eyes, and the soft whisper of a little girl sits on my eardrums. Her words aren’t clear. I don’t know who she is, but I can feel her next to me. She’s ice cold. I drag my fingertips along the water. The pool is ice cold as well.

    The water is now dirt. Mud.

    The smell of summer has disappeared. The flowers have

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