This is the prologue of the story I'm writing. Please review!
That night was when the nightmares began. I dreamt I was in Andrea's house, but it was empty. I searched through every corner, of every room, of every hallway, of every floor. Nothing. There was nothing to be seen and the only thing to be heard was the deafening sound of silence. I could hardly walk, hardly breathe. It was darker than darkness itself and every corner I turned looked exactly the same. I began to panic, I didn't know where I was. I didn't know if I was on the top floor or the bottom floor. Everywhere looked the same. It was like a giant maze that had no ending, like a tunnel with no light at the end. I didn't know what I was searching for and whatever I was searching for it was pointless. My breathing got harder, the numbness got stronger. I began to run, but the more I ran the bigger the house got. That's where the strange part happened. I would run past a door and turn back around because inside that door there was life.
I slowly began to walk into the room. There was a grand vase with a bouquet of unimaginable flowers placed beside the sofa. The flowers were pink, orange, blue, red and any other colour anyone could possibly think of. There was a pale blue bed at one end of the room, matching a pale blue sofa. But none of these things weren't important to me. The chair at the very end of the room by the bed was the item that was important to me. Because sat on that chair there was the girl. I kept walking forward until I reached the chair. The girl was sad. She held her head down looking at the floor. I tried talking to her but I got no response. She just sat there. Sat there and cried. I wanted to put my arm around her, comfort her but no matter how hard I tried there was always something stopping me from doing so. This feeling. This force. The girl suddenly looked up. I knew who she was. It was Sapphire, I was sure of that. And that's when I would wake up.
I would wake up gasping for air. Sometimes I woke up and I could swear that someone was watching me. Watching me in the darkness. I could feel the cold sweat running down my forehead. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. I didn't understand what the dream meant, the only thing I was positive about was that the young girl was Sapphire. I tried to remember the dream. Sapphire looked about thirteen. She was afraid, lonely, confused and there was nothing I could do to help her. The numb feeling began to fade and the fear began to disappear. These feelings were replaced by wonder and confusion. Nothing made sense. Why would I dream something like that? What did it mean? These questions were like my dream, they got me searching, searching for the answer to nothing.
For some reason I wanted to cry but I couldn't so I just stared at nothing and thought about nothing. That is something I like-nothing. The good thing about nothing is that you don't get worried by it and there's nothing bad about it. It's just so peaceful. There isn't anything good about it either but the fact that there isn't anything bad about nothing is what makes it good.
) I'm assuming this is a dream, so yes I think it's acceptable to write 'it was darker than darkness itself', since anything is possible in dreams. If it isn't a dream though, I'd rethink it.