Aventurine

Aventurine had a knack for singing, and her family pushed her to do it since a young age. She never really enjoyed it, but she'd do anything for her family's approval. She was a child idol of sorts, moving from one stage to another, performing. She knew the stage lights before she knew her own house. Eventually, Avey gained popularity, but this only pushed her family further. By age 17, she was a popular singer with a fairly large fanbase. But Avey hated the stage. Hated that it had robbed her of her childhood.

One day, because of impulse or an instinct, she found herself taking her mother's car and driving it at full speed, past the guards that stood in front of her house. On and on, as the adrenaline thumps in her ears like a bass, almost splitting her head in half. Her eyes water, but her grip on the stirring wheel tightened. Maybe it had been hours, maybe it had been days, but when Avey came to she was in a small town surrounded by a forest. Far, far away, she could see the receding line of the sea. A girl approached her meekly.

"Where am I?" she asked the girl, her voice raspy.

She was quiet for a second, but gestured for Avey to follow her.

Avey called out again. "I asked you a question! What is this place?"

The girl stopped in her tracks, wavy hair covering her eyes. "Home," she answered.