Close your eyes, take a breath, listen, be. Every moment, every day. I could feel the time moving beneath my skin. My name is Elizabeth. I have not been able to speak from I was three years old, but from those three years I could feel, hear and see.
I could see everything, feel everything, hear everything. From the smallest movement of a mouse, to the stomp of an elephant.
My mother had always told me I was special, but special is not a word to describe me. I am normal, I am me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
The only one who could understand me is my brother. His name is Luke, he is a scientist and as he says, I have control of 17% of my brain.
I am not gaining anymore, or losing any, but from that point of view it is 7% more than the normal person.
My name is Elizabeth, I can not speak, but I can live.