A/N: A little drabble. Short, I know, but I like the feel and tone of it.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Ben 10.
"She's no good!"
"She isn't your friend."
"She isn't worth it."
"She'll stab you in the back first chance she gets."
"She isn't right."
"She can't be trusted."
"She's not part of this team."
"She isn't here to help."
"She doesn't know what she's gotten herself into."
"She's playing with you."
To them, I'm a she. A thing. A being. A body. A monster. A poser.
They lie. They want to stab him in the back. They don't trust him. They don't care about me. They don't care about him.
They don't know. They don't know who I am. They don't know where I come from. They don't know how much I care. They don't know how much they need me. They don't understand.
He knows. He knows who I am, what I feel, how deeply I feel for him. He knows. He understands. He gets me. He's the only one for me. No one else can have him because I need him just as an addict needs their drugs. I need him because there is only one of him. He will be the only one to ever understand me, to ever truly know me.
He is special. He is a person, a hero, a savior, the embodiment of perfection. He is everything I could ever want. He is everything I could ever need.
They want to tear us apart. So does the other.
She is the poison that rots his mind.
She is the executioner that keeps him between life and death.
She is the one who doesn't deserve to have him.
She is worthless.
She is nothing.
I am more than she could ever be.
I am Elena. I deserve respect. I deserve peace. I deserve love. I deserve Ben.