Title: Signs
Summary: Sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste.
Pairing: n/a
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yes. They're all mine. Oh, and the devil just opened an ice-skating rink in hell.
Author's Notes: For csi50, the prompt 'touch.' Thanks for the beta, Kelly.

By the time he can feel the warning signs, he's nearly tuned out the world.

Powerful blow upon powerful blow rain down on his face. His father uses his fist occasionally, actually punches him sometimes. He'll grab him by the shoulder, shake him, and Conrad's mind just tries to get away from it. He imagines a place where it's warm, he's loved, he and his father are close, and this never happens. It's a nice fantasy, a nice place to escape to, and sometimes he thinks he's floating over himself, merely watching as this happens.

He still feels the pain.

TBC.