The Silent Patient Novels & Stories

The silence stretched long and unbroken between them, heavy with everything neither of them was willing to say aloud. And somewhere beneath that silence, on the other side of memory, another moment was waiting to surface — one that had nothing to do with Mile at all, and everything to do with the family he'd been born into. --- Silius lay on the bed, pale and still, while the doctor stood beside him adjusting the monitor at his side. Mathew Volkov stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the low light. "What's wrong with him?" Mathew asked, his voice clipped.

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

The silence in the primary suite stretched until it became its own kind of pressure. Elara stood where Kai had left her, the image of the open bedroom door still burned behind her eyes—her husband’s cock disappearing between the pierced girl’s lips, her newly adult son’s mouth working between another woman’s thighs, the four bodies moving between the two men without shame or hesitation. The tears had dried into tight tracks on her cheeks. Shock had begun to harden into something sharper. She looked at him and the word formed first in the quiet of her mind, clear and absolute.

Gianni whispered as she got off stage ready to walk back to her room and wait with the man that was keeping her but he was no longer there. " Gianni " She whispered, her lips trembling as she sprinted towards her brother and hugging him so tight not ready to let go. Gianni pulled away placing his leather jacket to cover her skimpy dress then carried her in his arms bridal style. It was the only way for her not to see the dead bodies they had created. "Let's move, there's movement down the hall " Piper checked the Silencer of her gun as they started to head over towards the back door.

she mind linked one more time, still no answer. Doom!! "I asked you a question so answer me, what is your name?" the man asked as his friend was looking around probably thinking there was someone else at home. But sadly she was alone. His voice was taking with anger and growing up her parents would scold her but not make her scared. Whimoering Nathalia used her hand to show them the hearing aids on. "Are you deaf?" they asked both looking at each other before they looked back at the girl before them as tears dropped from her eyes.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

My whole body felt numb and the room started going around and round. He held my left leg and started pulling me down the small passage into a small room which was at the end of the passage which was hidden by a cupboard. I suddenly noticed that he had my gun on his hand. He opened the door and then slammed the door shut. He switched on the light then threw me on the huge bed with bloody sheets. This room was different from regular rooms. It had three lights around the bed and a camera on a tripod facing the bed. Although my vision was still blur I could still see him switching on the camera and lights. This room kind of looked like a movie studio which I always saw in the magazines to be exa

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.

Hospitals have a very specific kind of silence — it isn’t the absence of sound, but rather the suspension of ordinary life, as if everything inside exists in a fragile pause between one diagnosis and the next. I had never noticed that so clearly until that night. Sitting in the rigid chair of the obstetric wing’s reception area, elbows resting on my knees and hands clasped in front of my mouth, I tried to ignore the antiseptic smell that seemed to seep straight into my thoughts. The clock on the wall moved far too slowly, each second scraping against my nerves, while a muted television played images no one was truly watching. People passed by, nurses came and went with brisk, efficient steps