The Silent Patient Explained Novels & Stories

*silence* Rex has had enough of the silence, he stepped back and stomped his foot forcefully on the doorknob breaking it from the hinges. He quickly enters searching for her in the small washroom until his eyes finally found her inside one of the lockers. Cherry was sitting still on the cold floor, her eyes set straight and body slacking from depression. Her head was tilted to the side while her back leaned against the wall.

Like seriously? “This way, please.” The familiar guy spoke up and nodding, he followed quietly like a lamb being led to a slaughter house. The restaurant had a serene atmosphere. After all, not everybody could afford a meal in a place like this. They walked on until they came to a private room. Knocking politely, the man opened the door and walked in. Warren followed suit while the two men closed the door, standing guard by the door. Judging by the room décor, it was a private room. He watched the man walk up to a figure standing by the window with his back to him. “What do you want from me?” Warren questioned, unable to hold his patience anymore. The figure remained unmoving like Warren was

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

Dread crashed over him like a tidal wave. More than anything, he needed to see Shiloh. Thankfully, every hospital room had cameras. "Someone!" he barked. "Pull the footage from this room. Go through it frame by frame. I want to know where Shiloh is within the hour!"

The photo on the wall. I don't know. That's what you always say. Because it's always true. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She didn't turn on the light. She closed her eyes.

sat in the room with me with the particular, patient quality of something that had been waiting and was not going to stop waiting. Was I protecting myself? Or was I punishing him for the crime of another? The silence offered no answer. Neither did the ceiling

Everything was so quiet, almost reverent, as though the very walls knew they housed the elite. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way to the room listed in the file I held. The details were sparse, annoyingly so—anonymous. It wasn’t uncommon for patients on this floor to opt for privacy, but it was the first time I had been assigned to check up on someone here. I was used to the routine of the general wards, the hurried pace and constant noise. This silence felt unnerving, almost suffocating.

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

Josh paced impatiently up and down the hall. Behind the closed door at the end of the corridor sat his boss, the chief of police and the interior minister. Josh had presented all of his evidence to the men and now they were debating how best to proceed. And that WITHOUT him! He was so annoyed and had he not been so disciplined he would have hit the wall long ago with his fist. He was just turning around for another round in the hall when Janik came with a paper cup of coffee. Without a word he handed him the mug and sat on a chair by the wall. After a while of silence, he cleared his throat. "Why is the case so close to you?"

Exiting the bedroom I’m greeted by the pale man sat at the breakfast table. Unlike his sister's fair complexion from her mother, he was pale in comparison. “August.” I greet him and he hesitates briefly before replying. “Hello.” Giving me a warm smile, he beckons for me to sit. Setting a plate for myself, I sit opposite him and we eat in silence. I must say, in the silent department, they truly are siblings. The silence drifts over us for the entire duration of our meal until a throat clears and I look up to find him staring at me.