Man in a Jacket

All I could hear was a loud ringing in my ear and the thumping in my chest. The only thing I could see was dirt, sand and the night sky. My leg was bleeding and I was almost sure of it that I had a gash in my arm. My head was killing me, and I couldn't stand up.
"Sweetie..." his raspy voice echoed throughout my head. Was it real? Was he still here? Or was it just my imagination? "Where are you...?" I coughed up some blood which made my airway passage much more clear. I breathed in heavily, never loving oxygen so much in my life.
"Tony..." I whispered through my chapped lips. My throat was dry and my tongue had no saliva.
"There you are..." he said. Through all the sand swirling around me, I could make out just one thing hovering over me. I recognized that alcoholic scent. The cigarettes had made an impact on his clothes. Then he fully appeared, covering the stars in the sky.
The man in the jacket.