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Just watched the movie last night!

this is loosely based on what that stupid sheriff said about Tom being in a mental hospital. Jensen Ackles is probably one of my favorite actors of all time and boy was I happy when I found out that he was alive... Even though he was crazy! :) so, here it is! never saw the original, only saw the remake BECAUSE of Jensen Ackles (supernatural, people!)

So I hope you like it.

Tom sat in the fenced-off courtyard of the Valdez Mental Care Facility, thinking. He really didn't do any more than think these days. He felt like he needed to go back home for one reason and one reason only: to sell the mine.

But Harry wanted to go back for another reason.

Harry was the reason Tom's father had secretly admitted him to this facility in the middle of nowhere, Maryland. They were surrounded by thick woods; if a patient wanted to get out, they weren't going to get out of the woods alive... or they would get out looking wild and inhuman.

Tom was about to complete his fourth year of staying at this place. He only stayed because it was quiet and the doctors had given up on him and his case of sharing his body with a piece of Harry. They seemed fine with having him in this place, though.

Here, there was no one he wanted to kill. There was no need for violence unless someone angered Harry, and then Tom would see Harry.

The doctors had tried explaining to Tom that Harry was just a hallucination, and that he himself was the real danger.

It didn't even matter.

Tom was aware of a nurse dressed in white coming towards him, a frown on his face. The staff here were nice, as long as patients behaved.

"It's time for your group session," the nurse said, pulling Tom to his feet and leading him back towards the main building: a huge brick place with tiled floors and metal doors. This group session was different from all the others: every Tuesday before four o'clock, the Valdez staff would bring random groups together in the mess hall and they would talk about why they were in there.

Tom never talked though. He refused to speak about the horrors he'd seen and the person whom he now shared his existence with. Sometimes, when he actually took his medication, Harry would go away, and Tom was free to be Tom and only Tom.

But Harry didn't like the meds. He refused them and had even lashed out at one of the nurses who had tried forcing them down his throat.

Tom would win sometimes, though, no matter how hard Harry tried to make him lose.

Today, Tom and Harry were both present throughout the group session. As his turn presented itself, Tom said, "no" and they moved on. After being here for nearly four years, they knew not to press. But sometimes new shrinks or shrinks-in-training pushed him so hard that Harry appeared and tried to kill someone. That had only happened twice.

When Tom was led back to his room and locked in for the night after ignoring his dinner and dessert, all he could think about was making Harry go away and a normal life.

Normal wasn't the right word: free was.

Free of Harry.

Harry wanted to get out and go back to that old mining town, but Tom didn't.

So he laid down on his bed, wondering if he would spend the rest of his life here. He hoped not.

Because some day, he had to come back and sell that mine.

But that wouldn't be for another three years.

This is just a one-shot, i might write a story about it, I don't know. would you like an actual story? I might write/might not write one (unrelated to this or not, not sure) no matter what... but your opinions are appreciated! :)

thank you for reading.