Alone

After all of those noises, all I could hear was silence.
The silence that cut through my chest like scalpel that tore my heart out. 
It seemed like the world had stopped moving and I trapped  inside this empty rooms of my world. Alone.
I turned my head and looked around, but all I could see were things stood still, unmoved. Only the wind whispered through the tiny space above the un-open window, blew the curtains and breathed the coldness inside the lungs of concrete. The evening sun beamed through the same spot where the wind came in, making the stillness even more visible.The annoying buzz from the aquarium almost feels like the buzz in my head, echoing all the time.
I sat facing the my own reflection on the half-opened mirror door and i saw nothing but a pale face and tired eyes. 


Was it me or my fever that makes this solitude acted as an outsider?
Neither of them can help me to comprehend.
Is it fear I let go further?
Or just another agony to mend?