Won't stop running

Prologue

                                             
Cole's fingers wandered around the piano. He sat enjoying his music with a small black hat sitting on the top of his head. His arms were covered in tattoos and he wore a tight white tank top. His dark green eyes glared at the sheet music that he'd written long ago, about twenty years. He grinned slightly, then grinned more when he came to though that he was happy. Cole was never happy. He used to be happy, but now everything good was gone except friendship and music. War. Just war. Everything around him was war. He sat thinking about how thankful he was for music. He would have killed himself if he didn't have it
The door slammed open. Cole dropped his fingers in surprise. Tanner marched into the room. He placed his hand on his head and rubbed the edge of his hair. He sighed. "What?" Cole asked, concerned for his friend. Tanner held his arms out in a shrugging position. "Cole," he said in a deep British accent,  "There's a new comer."