The Silent Patient Novels & Stories

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching my bed. “Of course,” I replied, once I realised that it was Rafael who had come closer. He sat in the seat that my mother was sitting in, a while ago. We stay there in silence for a while, both of us just getting used to this. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to remember what happened that led me to be hospitalized.” My voice cut through the silence. I turned my head towards Rafael, hoping that at least he could clear some things up for me.

4 years later... In an empty hallway of the hospital the lights flickered as the night took over the world. Silence cloaked the patients and the people staying with them. In a room filled with the smell on antiseptic and medicine a sound resounded. A low moan cut through the atmosphere of the room and the eyes of the lifeless girl fluttered open. They fell shut again as a pain shot through her mind. Her senses slowly started coming back with her ears being the first to hear, a loud beeping rung in her ear making her struggle to move against the restraints she felt against her limbs.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

"There are several reasons for his silence. Firstly, loyalty or fear. If Andrew felt a strong loyalty to the person who ordered the theft—perhaps because they helped him in the past or offered him protection—he might have chosen to stay silent. Fear is another reason. The person behind the theft might have threatened him, making the risk of speaking out greater than the risk of staying quiet." Franklyn interjected, "So, why do you think he will be ready to confess now? What if he keeps silent?"

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

"No! He doesn't know what he's saying! Philip, listen to me, I can explain—please, let me explain!" Philip looked like a demon straight out of hell. His voice was ice. "A wench? What did you two do to Grace?! You both deserve to die!" At that moment, his parents rushed in with the family doctor. Laila threw herself into their arms, crying out in fear, "Please help us! Philip's gone crazy!" The doctor quickly injected Philip with a sedative. He collapsed instantly. However, the effect only lasted two hours. Philip woke up, dazed. He sat up and looked around in confusion—then suddenly remembered and tried to stand.

If Edith hadn't protected him, he probably wouldn't have survived to meet the female lead at all. Reading those comments made my chest tighten. I picked up my smartwatch, added him as a contact, and typed a message. 'I'm fine. Stop crying.' When I looked at Elias, my gaze held more than a hint of complexity. In a world like this, it seemed our fates were never fully in our own hands. I had selective mutism. He had been plagued by bad luck since childhood. Past life or present, it seemed neither of us ever caught a break.

"It's been a year since you went to that facility. Haven't you learned to be considerate of others yet? It's Viv's birthday today. Why must you make everyone worry about you?" My lips curled slightly, but there was not a single shred of warmth. I'd spent a whole year in that facility, shut in a pure white room devoid of windows, the lights perpetually on. I had to write "I will be obedient" repeatedly each day. They even drugged me to keep me quiet and obedient so that I would not resist. They called it "reprogramming". Sometimes, I would be locked in what was called The Silent Room. It was a room that was devoid of all sound and noise. It was so silent that I could even hear my own breath,

"Told you, it's just for show. That little bird—I'm just waiting for her to crack." Then something slipped from his pocket. A box of rubbers. He cleared his throat. Rubbed his nose. Didn't bother lying. Walked me inside like none of it mattered. It went fast. I had aphasia—couldn't talk to strangers—but nodding was enough. The lawyer asked, "Divorce by mutual consent?" Nathan: "Yes." Me: nod. "Irreconcilable differences?" Nathan: "Yep." Me: nod. Signed. Stamped.