THE SEVEN DEATHS OF
EVELYN HARDCASTLE
CONTENTS
One: Day One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine: Day Two
Ten: Day Three
Eleven: Day Four
Twelve
Thirteen: Day Two (continued)
Fourteen: Day Four (continued)
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One: Day Two (continued)
Twenty-Two: Day Five
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven: Day Two (continued)
Twenty-Eight: Day Five (continued)
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two: Day Six
Thirty-Three: Day Two (continued)
Thirty-Four: Day Six (continued)
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine: Day Two (continued)
Forty: Day Six (continued)
Forty-One
Forty-Two: Day Two (continued)
Forty-Three: Day Seven
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
Fifty-Two: Day Three (continued)
Fifty-Three: Day Eight
Fifty-Four
Fifty-Five
Fifty-Six
Fifty-Seven: Day Two (continued)
Fifty-Eight: Day Eight (continued)
Fifty-Nine
Sixty
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1
Day One
I forget everything between footsteps.
‘Anna!’ I finish shouting, snapping my mouth shut in surprise.
My mind has gone blank. I don’t know who Anna is or why I’m calling her name. I don’t even know how I got here. I’m standing in a forest, shielding my eyes from the spitting rain. My heart’s thumping, I reek of sweat and my legs are shaking. I must have been running but I can’t remember why.
‘How did—’ I’m cut short by the sight of my own hands. They’re bony, ugly. A stranger’s hands. I don’t recognise them at all.
Feeling the first touch of panic, I try to recall something else about myself: a family member, my address, age, anything, but nothing’s coming. I don’t even have a name. Every memory I had a few seconds ago is gone.
My throat tightens, breaths coming loud and fast. The forest is spinning, black spots inking my sight.
‘I can’t breathe,’ I gasp, blood roaring in my ears as I sink to the ground, my fingers digging into the dirt.
There’s comfort in this inner voice, cold authority.