Ava's Endgame

“The applause roared like the ocean, but my world felt silent. On stage, my twin sister, Stella, was smiling, delivering the salutatorian address at Northwood University. She was using my name, Ava Davenport. But this wasn't her life. It was mine. I knew because I' d lived this moment before, watching from a dark room, right before the police arrested me for a murder I didn' t commit. This time, I was here, walking down the aisle towards her. The murmurs started, questions of two identical girls. Dean Harrison demanded to know who I was. "I'm Ava Davenport," I stated, clear and steady, pointing at the impostor. Chaos erupted as my biological parents, the Davenports, stepped forward. They embraced Stella, claiming she was their daughter, and called me a disturbed impostor. Stella produced pristine ID with her face, bearing my name. My mother then revealed the "definitive proof" : a star-shaped birthmark on Stella' s left wrist. Ethan, the high school quarterback, vouched for Stella, his words echoing my conviction in a past life. My foster parents, brought by the Davenports, labeled me a "pathological liar" obsessed with my "real family." Security guards advanced. The weight of their orchestrated lies was crushing, turning the crowd' s whispers into a deafening judgment. They saw a crazy stalker, a criminal. Every detail was identical to my previous nightmare, a life where I endured and lost everything. But this time, my heart wasn't racing. It was cold, heavy, and ready. "Just one more piece of evidence," I declared, calm and collected, reaching for my phone.”