Why wasn't anyone listening to him?

The town was falling all over itself trying to figure out these murders, but they were looking so far in the wrong direction. Blaming him. Somebody he knew, somebody they all knew, could be in danger right now and the police department was too busy staring him down in his hospital bed. Tom didn't want anyone else to die; he wanted to help, but the people he was trying to save shied away from him, accused him. People he knew growing up. People he once called friends. Sarah was the only one willing to believe him, and he was losing her faith to her jackass of a husband. That hurt worse than anything.

He wasn't expecting Sarah to leave her husband, and he obviously wasn't expecting the love she felt for him ten years ago to still be there, but it was because of that love that Tom felt she should trust him, at least. He was the same guy she knew, a little broken now, a little sick, but the same guy.

The meds kept the dark tendrils in his mind away, and before his return he hadn't been haunted by Harry Warden in a long time. He'd been seeing his own face in the mirror. Now, he was going to gain back a semblance of a life. He was going to keep the mine so that the townspeople had jobs. He was going to redeem himself to them. He was going to stop this killer and save these fucking people, goddammit.

He was getting better, he really was.

Hi. I know this is really short, but I just had FEELS. Tom is such a great character, and I can't help but feel that he's not really the bad guy.