Hi guys! So you're probably wondering, where the hell did the other chapters of Sleepwalker go? I've decided to rewrite Sleepwalker! The plot will generally be the same, but looking at my writing style from S&B and my writing style now, I've just felt like I've grown so much and I want Sleepwalker to echo that. Luckily there shouldn't be any HUGE time gaps between updates of chapters 1-5 because that's mostly just editing. I hope you guys understand, and I hope you enjoy Sleepwalker.

Also, this story WILL mention suicide. I will put a trigger warning in any chapter that mentions it so no one will be taken off guard. With that said, if any of you are ever contemplating ending your life, please please please seek help. There are so many numbers you can call and I am always ready to listen if you need to vent. Your life is so precious. Please remember that.

Without further ado, here is Sleepwalker! It is technically the sequel to my Sam Uley story Skulls and Bones, but you don't need to read it in order to understand this. You might just wonder who Regan Hamilton is. Enjoy!

Nothing was more annoying than the stares.

If there was one thing Hadley wanted to erase out of this whole experience, it was the pitying looks she was receiving. They came from everyone nowadays: the mailman, the cashier at the grocery store, her neighbor. She knew they didn't actually care; they just wanted to show that they could be sympathetic and nice. They wanted to show compassion so they felt better about themselves, not so Hadley and her family could feel better.

She was pretty sure she would punch the next person that gave her that stupid apologetic look.

Walking through the halls of the local high school on the reservation was a weird feeling. For nearly eighteen years of her life, Hadley had never been alone walking into school. There was one constant always by her side, always walking to class with her, always discussing their English project or their math homework. There was always someone to make sure she didn't run into a locker when her nose was buried in a book, trying to study for the test next period. Always someone to lead her away when people made fun of them because they were half paleface and their mother didn't really belong in La Push. Always someone to tell her, "it's okay Hadley, they're just being stupid."

Now there was nothing. Hadley wasn't sure how to feel.

The late bell had already chimed long before Hadley had actually made it to her government class, which meant that people were going to look up when she walked in. She allowed herself approximately thirty seconds to prepare herself for those stupid looks. Don't be stupid. They're just your classmates. Without giving herself time to turn and run, she pushed the door handle and entered the classroom, interrupting Mr. Reynolds halfway through his sentence.

"Do you have a pass?" His voice drawled out before he actually turned and noticed who it was that had walked through the door. It was almost comical how quickly the man's face changed. If Hadley had been in a better mood, she might have laughed. "Miss Cruise," he said softly, capping his pen and handing her the paperwork she had missed in the beginning of the period when she marched to his desk. "I heard about what happened. I'm so sorry. Feel free to talk to me if you need to."

Hardly necessary, she thought to herself.

Hadley wanted to take the papers he was offering and rip them down the middle. Instead, she nodded stoically as she walked through the small isle made by chipping desks, grateful that Jared Cameron had been missing for the better part of three weeks so she could have their shared desk to herself. She didn't want to talk to anyone today. All she wanted to do was sink down in her seat and forget the rest of the world existed.

Only, Jared Cameron was back. Sitting in the spot next to her as if he hadn't been gone for three weeks. And ruining her plans in one fell swoop.

Hadley raised an eyebrow, staring at the boy as she sat in her seat. He was looking down at his paper, his head propped in his hand. If Hadley had to guess, she would bet that he was sleeping, or at least dozing off. Her assumptions were confirmed when he let out a big breath that sounded like a snore. That was fine with her. Jared Cameron could sleep all he wanted. His snores wouldn't bother her, either. She had gone to school today to prove a point to herself, not to actually listen to her teacher's lecturing. None of it mattered anymore. School, what she wanted her peers to think of her, they were all trivial things. She just wanted to prove herself to her family. As if she could say, hey guys, I'm okay.

As if she could tell Reese that.

While Reynolds droned on, Hadley stole another look at the boy snoozing next to her. She never knew what actually happened when Jared disappeared. It had happened once in the beginning of their junior year, when he had come back looking like he had decided to inhale steroids. There had been rumors, of course. He joined a cult led by Sam Uley with Paul Lahote as their third member. He had gotten a girl pregnant and was going to make sure she got an abortion. He was suspended for punching some guy in the nose. Hadley never bothered to pay attention to the rumors. One, because she knew what these people were capable of coming up with and two, because she didn't care what Jared Cameron did. Still, she found her eyes locked on him, watching as he let out a snore almost loud enough to be noticed by the boy to the right of them.

Jared looked the same. No dramatic change like the last time he had gone off the grid. In fact, the only thing that looked different about him were the dark circles underneath his eyes. He looked tired as hell, like he hadn't gotten sleep for the past two months.

Hadley had no problem letting him sleep.

"As I was saying…" Mr. Reynolds continued after clearing his throat loudly to try and get the class paying attention, since like Jared Cameron, most of them were falling asleep. "The Congress actually has much more power than the President. They have oversight over him..."

The words trailed off into nothing as Hadley looked at the empty seat in front of her. Reese's seat. In a place as tiny as La Push, having your classes with most of the people at the high school wasn't uncommon. Reese was in four of Hadley's six classes.

Reese had been in four of Hadley's six classes.

The reality hit her like a ton of bricks, like it had been doing all weekend. Sometimes it didn't seem real. Other times, it seemed like it was the worst pain in the world. Hadley felt the familiar stinging sensation in her eyes and she clenched her hands into fists and bit her cheek, trying to keep herself from sobbing out at the empty chair. She could almost see Reese now, raising her hand and asking questions and engaging in the lesson, unlike the rest of the class. Hadley always teased her about being way too involved in lectures for her own good. Reese's response had been to simply hold up a test she had aced, wiggling her eyebrows as if daring Hadley to show her own score. It was something so small that Hadley had selfishly taken it for granted.

Now all she wanted to do was cry out, "I'll do anything to get that back. I'll do anything to have you back."

"Mister Cameron, if you're going to actually show up to class, you can at least have the decency to sit up and act like you're listening," Reynolds suddenly called across the classroom. Jared jumped in the seat next to her, knocking his knees on the table as he awoke from his slumber. He looked too tall to be sitting in that desk, as if it had suddenly morphed into a Barbie-sized piece of furniture. If Hadley wasn't so focused on not crying, she might have laughed. Reynolds sent Jared a stern look before his eyes moved over to Hadley again, sympathy already there. She wanted to scream.

"Sorry sir," Jared said sheepishly, his eyes still half-closed. He didn't sound apologetic at all. Reynolds rolled his eyes before turning back to the board, and Hadley saw his fist clench in annoyance. Hadley let out the tiniest sniffle and wiped quickly underneath her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt while no one was paying attention. The action, however, seemed to draw Jared's attention.

"Hey, you okay?"

Hadley looked up at him, ready to snap at him before she processed the question. She couldn't tell if she was surprised at the question. Because he hadn't said it like he knew about her sister. He had said it like he wanted to know what was going on in her life. It wasn't the stupid little sympathetic questions people asked her to seem like decent human beings. It was curiosity, simple and plain.

Jared Cameron, she hated to admit, had stunning eyes.

They had gone to school together since kindergarten, as did most kids on the reservation. She wondered how she'd never noticed before. She supposed it was because she never really paid attention to anyone other than Reese. Everyone else wasn't worthy of her time. Her sister had always complained about it, claiming Hadley needed to be her own person and find people with similar interests, but there wasn't any need. Reese had Hadley and Hadley had Reese. They were fine having one another and no one else.

Jared was staring at her. His weirdly pretty eyes were locked on hers, eyebrows shot up so high she was afraid they'd get lost in his forehead. His mouth was parted just slightly, like he had received some exciting and surprising news but didn't want to spoil it for anyone else. And there was some hidden emotion in his eyes that Hadley couldn't decipher, like a secret she'd never know. His face suddenly twisted into a grimace when he noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Are you crying?" His voice broke as he asked the question, as if her pain caused him pain. "Are you okay?" he repeated.

"'I'm fine," Hadley snapped, wiping underneath her eyes again. "Don't worry about it." She wanted to turn away, uncomfortable with the vulnerable look her was giving her. Twisting so she was once again facing the front of the class, Hadley tried to ignore the way Jared was looking at her. She didn't need Jared Cameron suddenly giving a shit about her when he never had before. That was not something she wanted.

Luckily, she found it easy to ignore him when she listened in on the conversation Julie Dagger was having with Theresa Copp. The two of them had been particularly evil with the paleface comments. It didn't matter than Reese and Hadley were half Quileute. To girl like Julie and Theresa, they were different. Hadley had hated them for as long as she could remember.

"I can't believe she's at school today," Julie whispered quietly, "I wouldn't even be able to stop crying. I'm amazed she's even focusing. God, she's so strong. I would just be such a wreck."

Hadley tried to ignore them, focusing on Reynolds as he scribbled all over the chalkboard. "The Congress is divided into the House of Representatives and the Senate..." They didn't give a shit about Reese. They had made Reese's life a living hell. The last time Theresa had seen Reese, she had tripped her and watched as Reese landed on the blacktop. Hadley had been five seconds away from pounding Theresa's face into an unrecognizable pulp, but Reese had pulled her back, just like Reese always had.

"I didn't believe it when I heard," Theresa replied to Julie, shaking her head. "Reese always seemed so happy and put together. I mean, did you think something was wrong?"

"No, that's why I was so surprised. Reese was always so sweet. It's so awful she's gone."

"Now, the House is supposed to be closer to the people, while the Senate is actually quite..."

"And I thought Hadley was the one with problems. Something must have been seriously wrong for Reese to kill herself."

Reese. Killed. Herself.

The police sirens. Hadley's parents, their shocked faces. Chief Swan trying to hold Hadley back as she begged to know what was going on. Breaking free of the Chief's grip and running inside. The officers moving to stop her.

Reese, her body slumped against the side of the bathtub, water still pounding on the tile from the showerhead.

Hadley was up and out of her chair before she could even process what was happening, ignoring Reynolds as he called her name out. Her feet mechanically moved, moving closer to Theresa and Julie until she was standing directly over them. Julie opened her mouth to say something, but before she could even get a whimper out, Hadley's hand was rearing back and then flying forward with a strength Hadley didn't know she even possessed. Theresa's head flung backwards, and Hadley heard the satisfying crunch of her nose. She was sure it was broken.

"Don't fucking talk about Reese," Hadley seethed out. Theresa had the decency to look embarrassed. "Just don't. You made her life awful, you absolute bitch." Hadley jumped forwards again, but Jared Cameron was suddenly out of his seat and grabbing her waist, his iron grip preventing her from movement. Reynolds was gaping and demanding that she go up to the principal's office as Hadley went slack in Jared's arms. When he felt she wouldn't attack Theresa if he released her, he let his arms fall. Hadley said nothing as she marched to her desk and grabbed her stuff. Jared stared after her in complete and utter shock, pretty eyes wide as he watched her turn around and exit the classroom, the door slamming shut behind her.

"How about you go up to the nurse, Theresa," Reynolds suggested. "The rest of you, stay here for a few moments while I call the principal."

He knew it was inappropriate, but Jared couldn't help but think: damn, that girl's got one hell of a punch.