The Silent Patient Goodreads Novels & Stories

Perfect. Let’s step into Chapter Fifty-Seven: “The Cold Front” from Carolyn’s POV. Carolyn’s POV There are silences you choose. And then there are silences that choose you. I thought I’d mastered silence after everything that happened — after the accusations, the trial in whispers, the way Emma’s lies tried to eat me alive. But this silence was different. This silence wore J.J.’s face. Or rather, the absence of it. At first, I thought I was imagining it.

The problem I used to face here in the dungeon was the silence. Everything felt so quiet and too peaceful. It almost felt like a graveyard or being alone in the whole world. I just couldn't go on with it at first but I got used to it after some time. I went back to my reading, determined to finish the book Celia had snuck in last night. It was an interesting tale, but a very inspiring one about bravery and determination and courage. Just as I flipped onto the next page, I heard footfalls approaching.

If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me. Right now, I have no option. “I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain outside. “Why do this?” I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this conversation. There is no way he's going to talk back to me, since he’s a Silent, trained to never open his mouth to anyone. He would rather die for his cause then even acknowledge me for a second. At this point, I'm just buying time, while my mind clambers to think of a way to get out of this.

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

The one with no Wi-Fi. We take one phone. A burner. We turn it off and put it in a drawer. Then, we start to live. The Flesh. The first month is withdrawal. I reach for data that isn't there. I try to turn on the lights with a thought and find myself standing in the dark. But by the third month, the silence becomes a presence. I hear the wind in the trees. I hear the floorboards creak. I hear Alex breathing in the next room. We are rediscovering friction.

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing.

For some maddening, unexplainable reason, the danger clung to him tugged a pull deep inside me, making me believe he would shield me from the world. He bent his head, asking again. “Why is this silence?” His voice snapped me out of the daze, breaking the spell, he had cast over me. I turned around, desperate to leave, but his hand moved faster. His strong fingers circled my wrists, the searing heat of his touch startling me. And when he turned my hand upwards, my soul almost left my body. Mr. Studmuffin’s gaze darkened as he noticed bruises, dozens of tiny needle punctures that told the truths I never dared to admit. Panic rose sharply in my throat as it seemed that he still had questions.

The doctor's voice was quiet, heavy. "Mr. Lousteau... I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Elroy pulled the sheet back, staring at my still face. His legs gave out. He hit the floor, mumbling over and over, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

SILVAN For a full ten seconds, the world fades into nothingness. There’s no sound. No void. No breath… nothing. The phone in my hand feels like a dead weight, threatening to slip off my sweat-slicked palm. “I am sure all of New York will be stunned to learn their king is a cold-blooded murderer.” Henry taunts, “imagine what everyone will say when they find out that you killed a mentally ill young woman, all because she refused to let you, an underaged boy, take her sports car on a joy ride.”

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.