Silent Patient Genre Novels & Stories

I sighed in relief as the silence began to take hold. Humans wouldn't understand what silence truly was to a telepath or empath. It was agreed that silence was harder to achieve with an empath and furthermore when they found there someone quiet, they held on for dear life. They could sometimes get obsessive or even violent. I clicked play, not minding the sound of Kendrick Lamar's voice filling the void and blocking out my thoughts. I knew that Silas wouldn't hurt me but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't hurt him. Gosh, look what I did to Rachel.

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

The last word landed like a dropped instrument. Silence followed. It's not the normal kind. Not polite, waiting‑for‑the‑Chair silence. This one felt heavier. Like the moment after, a scalpel made its first cut, and everyone in the room was waiting to see if what came next was blood or relief. In the gallery, someone started to clap. Alone. Awkward. It was Nilo. He froze halfway through the second clap, as if realizing what he’d done. Then Sienna, of all people, lifted her hands once, twice. A small, deliberate sound.

Chapter 43 POV: Lydia Hart I used to believe silence was safety. If I didn’t ask, if I didn’t look too closely, if I let love fill in the gaps where truth should have been, then nothing could hurt me. Silence was the soft place I landed when the world felt sharp. Now I know better. Silence is how they move pieces without you noticing. Silence is how men like Julian Kerr and Ethan Cross decide your fate while smiling into cameras. Silence is how you wake up one morning and realize your life has become evidence.

Most of his songs were girly songs. "Yeah, that's what I listen to." He stated. "Umm- okay." I said as I clicked on one that caught my attention. Starving by Hailee Steinfeld. The sound of the song filled the car in a moderate volume but Ryker decided that it was too low and he increased the volume, almost making my eardrums bleed out. "It's too loud." I said as I turned to face him. I had completely forgotten that I was trying to hide my face from him.

“You’ll regret this, Mr. Silvester. Mark my words. One day, you’ll come begging for mercy, and I’ll be the one holding all the power.” Mr. Silvester’s expression didn’t change. He simply shrugged, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. “We’ll see about that,” he replied calmly. Amy turned on her heel and stormed out of the office with anger fuming in her heart, slamming the door behind her, but Mr Silvester didn’t flinch. He watched her go, then picked up his pen and resumed his work as if nothing had happened.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

MY MISSION “Listen Siren I’m not going to force you to go back home but I know that your mother loves you and would do anything for you to come back home,” Geno's words echoed in my head. Hendrik ‘s violent kiss on my neck is what brought me back to the real world. “What’s wrong with you? Where is your energy?” he asked pulling the tray of cocaine he had prepared from the drawer beside our bed. “Here, this will definitely help you relax.”