"I can't win."

(you have won.)

"I have never won. I've always failed and I always will. I'm trapped."

(you were free then.)

"When?"

(you were free and you won.)

"What are you talking about?!"

(you told her the truth and you were free.)

"Oh, then. That wasn't success. I didn't tell her everything."

(but you told her something.)

"It wasn't enough."

(was it enough for her?)

"Do I look like a mind-reader?"

(she was crying until you told her.)

"She was crying after I told her, too."

(but then she was smiling.)

"Yeah, she hugged me too."

(and in that moment of enclosure you were free.)

"Yeah I guess so. This dork even sang 'Blue' afterwards."

(does that make you a dork or does it make you a romantic.)

"WHAT?!"

(you dedicated a song to her.)

"So I could listen to it and think of her."

(that's romantic.)

"It's dorky."

(all is one.)

"Huh?"

(all is one and one is all.)

"Now we've moved to the Three Musketeers?"

(more like the one musketeer.)

"I was in a wave."

(yes.)

"It was too big for me to handle so I got swept under."

(yes.)

"Somehow I didn't expect to have only one person as company in Hell."

(you are not in hell.)

"Heaven?"

(no.)

"What... A near-death experience?"

(something like that.)

"Who are you then? God, Buddha, Satan, The Grim Reaper?"

(i am you.)

"You can't be me."

(why not?)

"Because I have no control over you."

(stop your heart beat.)

"I can't."

(but it is a part of you. should not you be able to control it?)

"All right you've made your point, Conscience."

(i am not just your conscience.)

"Then what are you!?"

(all is one and one is all.)

"So you're Life, the Universe, and Everything, huh?"

(so are you.)

"I am so done with you right now."

(then you are done with yourself.)

"You know what? Maybe I am."

(then everything is done with itself.)

"..."

(you should go back now.)

"I would rather die."

(so close to seeing her again and you would like to die?)

"Why not? It's not like she cares that much about me."

(i believe you will soon find that to not be the case.)

Then as the wave receded an almost dead fifteen year old boy was uncovered. The boy was extremely pale as usual, with blue eyes. His hair was fairly short and black. The boy seemed to suddenly find himself and jolted. As he looked around himself bewildered he realized another gigantic wave was coming and quickly scrambled out of the way and further up the beach. As he gathered his bearings he remembered: he's at Laguna Beach with his stepmother's family. His name was Jason Strife. And he just barely survived the biggest wave he had ever seen up close and personal. "Holy, Shit!" he muttered. A further glance quickly told him that no one around him had the slightest clue that he almost died seconds earlier. Then he remembered the conversation he had had seconds before. To him one word explained the whole ordeal. "Hallucination" he said mostly to himself as he walked back to the set of blankets his family had put on the ground when they had arrived at the beach.
"Hey, man. How's it going?" asked Jason's father, Dave Tilmitt. Jason, in response, "Good, but I think I'm done swimming for the day." "Oh, why's that?" wondered Dave. "Because, I just got hit by a really big wave." replied Jason. As though those were magic words everyone on the beach who knew Jason rushed forward to ask him if he was "okay." "I'm fine! I'm fine!" Jason said; although in light of his recent hallucination he was not completely sure of his health. Jason picked up his iPod and sat down to listen to, "Call Me, Call Me."
Later that night, after dinner and continued checks to make sure Jason was "okay," he went down to the guest bedroom where he was sleeping and got ready for bed. After brushing his teeth and washing his face he drank the last few gulps of water in his water bottle and went to bed. After turning off the light he whispered to himself sarcastically, "smooth one, dipstick." After muttering a few more curses at himself he turned the light back on and reached over to his iPod. One minute of curses and fiddling with both the bedside light and the iPod later, Jason lay serenely in bed listening to, "Call me, Call me."