The Silent Patient Explained Novels & Stories

But hold on—why is my silence the answer to her question? “Care to elaborate on why my silence is the answer?” I asked, genuinely curious. “And here I was, thinking you were smart? Well, let me explain it to you, Mr. Not-So-Smart. Your silence could mean two things: one, you weren’t pretending, and two, you didn’t want to lie to me. You took exactly 30 seconds thinking. If you were the murderer, I have this intuition that you’d have planned answers for my questions, even if you didn’t know what they were.”

Her aura was cold, her instincts unpredictable. "I heard something about Silence. He kills his enemies in a unique way. He destroys them without them even knowing," Tatiana placed a hand on his shoulder. "Does that ring a bell, uncle?" she whispered, watching as Tristan tried to piece together the puzzle. "Allow me to show you a secret. It wasn't easy to get ahold of this," Tatiana said and signaled for the guard to come closer. The guard pulled out a tablet and clicked on a video. Tristan squinted as the video played.

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.

I was about to answer her when the doctor walked into the room with two nurses behind him. “Good evening, Mr and Mrs Collins. We are going to do a little check up on her.” The doctor who looked like an older version of Shawn Mendes, said. Either he deliberately ignored me or he didn’t notice that I was in the room. Was I that small? “Check her vitals first.” He told the nurses who immediately moved into action. One held a book for recording while the other one checked mom. “Doc, what is the reason why she isn’t responding to treatment?” I asked the doctor. He turned to face me and looked like he didn’t know someone else was in the room with my parents.

Until then, I need to focus on our training. Once inside the gymnasium, Juan lines us up, squeezing me between Drayton and Dax. I would have hated to be the victim of Juan's infliction last night. Those eyes are hardened from years of experience. He may be young, but he's seen more than any of us combined. Whatever he wanted from his victim last night, he would have gotten. And something tells me it was Raynard. "The key to being a Silent is to obtain information without it being known to the subject. This is so essential, we get this out of the way right now in order to find the weakest links to eliminate out of the competition," Juan explains.

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.

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

41. A Murder At The School With a bandana around his forehead, his face was set emotionlessly as he focused on exercising deep breathing. His black t-shirt was sweat-soaked and track pants clenched his legs tightly. She didn't want to be caught gawking at him surreptitiously and hence, she maintained a confident posture and walked inside. She didn't have to make her presence known as she stepped inside, Noah spun around. He stopped the treadmill and leaned backwards, his hands folding and eyes narrowing in pure amazement. Even then, there was a hint of a small smile on his lips.

Soon, he watched their legs walk into the room as Lucas closed up on him the second he got the chance. "Hey, what's gotten to you?" Lucas whispered, "You're giving us the wrong idea." He raised his head and Lucas froze up for a second, his gaze beng enough to tell Lucas he wasn't wrong afterall. He watched his brother's face turn pale before his gaze turned to the room, then he watched the nurse pull the cloth off Dylan's face and he saw them all turn pale with silence. Their gaze of disbelief stuck. "Oh my god." Lucas cupped his mouth in a silent gasp as Dorry broke down again next to him.

I ask striding over to the tree he is sitting under, "No," he replies, "What's going on?" thankfully, I find someone that also has a problem, "You know the Silent Man?" oh, it's a Silent Man problem too, interesting, "Everybody knows the Silent Man," I reply, "Well, I was in the hospital a while ago and he told me to act like I lost my memories around everyone I know even though I haven't lost a single memory. I can't do it anymore. I can't see my family upset. He threatened to kill my family if I don't do it," what the actual heck?