A/N: Hehe... so here I am, in a somewhat new territory. I'm still writing poems in case you might think that I quit. I just want to try something different and see where it takes me. I also want to develop my writing skills. This way I have two projects to work on and can play with my mind more. Anyways, this oneshot is (of course) Allen-centric (most will be) and my fist attempt at a D.Gray-Man fanfic. My other was an utter failure that is still stuck in the gutter. On a more positive note this is what I believe, pretty good. I'm hoping that it's long enough. I really started scraping ideas as I neared the end trying to lengthen it. It just didn't feel long enough. I hope you enjoy it though, and to let you know, I do not have a beta-er and thus it might have HORRIBLE grammar! Hehe, that's my special skill... bad grammar...

Disclaim: If I owned D.Gray Man, I don't know what I would do...

Title

A Silent Room

Sitting on his bed, Allen winced at the noise of the old thing. Though his room was farther from others, he wanted to be quiet. Nice and quiet. Placing his elbows on his knees, the boy sighed in discomfort as he ran his fingers through his hair. Closing his eyes to the world, he smiled to himself. Silence was so comforting to him. No screams, no laughs, nothing. Just silent breathing. Scooting himself up to the back of his bed, he laid his head against the cold stone of the room.

Touching his left eye with his right arm, he brought his knees up to his chest. Lining his eye socket with one finger he couldn't help but hum a soft tune. The silent room seemed to echo the melody, creating a harmony within the depths of Allen's mind. Before the boy knew it, an entire song was born, and his silent hums became a symphony of song as he sang. Allen's ears heard music being played on a grand piano. His mouth formed words that followed it. Both eyes saw pictures even though they were still closed. But suddenly, as if the piano broke or his voice hit a wrong note, everything shattered.

Breathing heavily Allen opened his eyes, lying across his bed. He held his head in pain as he curled up on his side. Short breaths escaped as his lungs struggled for air. White and grey splotches covered his few. His breathes slowly lengthened as his beating heart began to calm down. Letting his hands rest in front of him, Allen inhaled deeply as he tried to focus on something, on anything.

As the boy's eyes searched, his mind began to wonder. What just happened? He asked himself as he felt his eyelids grow heavy. He breathed calmly, as if preparing himself for sleep. His eyes slipped closed as his wondering mind came to an abrupt halt. The same tune played silently across his mind as he traced out symbols onto his bed. Strange music notes only stayed in their form for a few seconds as they weir replaced by another one that was equally strange. Allen's mouth opened it moved, forming words. Not a sound escaped him. Every sound, every pitch was locked tightly away in his mind. His eyes flickered open as his hand ceased all movement. Lifting his upper body up, Allen climbed up to his pillow and gripped it. Pulling it towards him, he hugged it in a child's death grip as he laid his head down on the blankets. The song dispersed to a soft whisper in his mind as Allen closed his eyes sleepily. Cuddling into his pillow, the soft hums escaped his mouth as the song morphed into a lullaby. Minutes passed as Allen's soft humming sent his poor mind to the world of dreams and fantasy. His voice died and his breathing showed that of a sleeping person. A lone tear escaped from the strong cursed eye in the peaceful silence. Allen was asleep, his mind at rest but that doesn't deny the fact that he had, once again, lulled himself to sleep.

For in the cold confinements of his room, not a single sound escaped. Even as his body cried in sadness at the loss of a mother it never knew. Even as the boy whimpered in his sleep as his dreams turned to nightmares. Not a single sound, not a single spec was left to show the events of Allen's many nights alone.