It's complicated {completed}

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You know how they always say karma is a bitch? Well yeah it is.
You know this moment in life when finally everything is great. No actually when everything is perfect. And when everything is so pathetically perfect you internally just wait for something bad to happen, am I right?
You sit down and ask yourself how could everything be so perfect? How is it possible that I found my soulmate, I'm in love with him and he loves me back? How is it possible that even though shit with my family happened and they kicked me out, I managed to still be in one of the best universities in the country. How is it possible that my grandpa founded a program to support teens like me who have had a tough past? How is it possible that I am genuinely happy now, when I tried to commit suicide a couple years ago? How is it possible that I don't have to fake all of my smiles anymore? Anyway I think you get the idea of what I'm talking about, right?
It's too much, it's like a rollercoaster going only up. But what happens after you go up? You drop.

After the announcement of Pops Friday night, we talked for a while and he told me that he got ahold of the university and they really support his new foundation. They wanted to be a part of it and allow especially teenagers to come and go to college. He explained a lot to me but in the end he asked me if I would could and would like to officially present the foundation to the public at the upcoming football game this weekend. It is homecoming and the president of U of M thought it was a good idea to present it. I was anxious about actually doing it, I mean I would speak in front of about 115.000 people. But Pops convinced me and promised me he would be there with me. So I said yes.

Sunday Zane and I study together. I have a lot of assignments due and a bunch of tests coming up. As much as I love and enjoy college, it can really be a pain in the ass at some times. Him and I were both lucky (and happy) about not having any practice so we could only focus on studying. He helped me out at some parts and so did I. Totally done with life we both knock out in front of the TV at around 9:30.
The sound of an off going phone rouses me. Slowly lifting my head off Zane's chest I blindly search for it. He begins groaning at my movement and I try my best not to wake him. Usually I would just ignore my phone but it won't stop ringing. Blindly searching for it I finally feel it and lift it up. It's 4 am. Who the hell calls me at 2 am? Well that I get that's answer as soon as my phone starts blaring again. Dork appears on my screen. Why the hell is Isaac calling me at 2 am?

"Wha..." I start but am instantly interrupted by his panicked breathing.

"You...you need to come here now. Now. Please. May. Please." He's sobbing. My little brother is not one to cry. But he's in tears right now.

"What, what happened? Isaac? What's wrong. Are you okay? Hey. Talk to me? What's wrong?"

"I...I....I. It's pops." Is all I can hear in between his sobs. "You need to come here. May I need you."
"I'm on my way. Okay. Everything is going to be okay. Are you at home?"

"No. No. The hospital." I hear voices in the background before he hangs up.

"Isaac? Fuck." Panicking I grab the first sweatshirt I can find and desperately look for shoes.

"Princess?" Zane's husky voice catches me off guard. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened!" Crying? I touch my cheeks and in deed they're wet. I haven't even realized that I was crying.
"I need to go." Is all I state before I start searching for my keys. "Fucking hell." I yell. I can't find my keys.

"Hey. Deep breaths." I'm suddenly pressed into Zane's chest and I do as I'm told. "Okay now tell me what's wrong?"

"I don't know. Isaac just called me and gosh he was crying, no sobbing. I need to go to the hospital. Something happened." Now I actually start breaking down. The sound of Isaacs crying broke my heart.