"So Peyton how has your day been?" The blonde listened to the mellow-voiced women before her. Her hazel eyes glanced over the women's clean blue suit, examining the lines made by the dark navy lines. She glanced up at the deep auburn hair twisted into a tight bun that sat perfectly positioned on the women's slightly oval head. She took note of the high cheekbones and carefully plucked eyebrows that were now formed into sharp arcs. The blonde examined her slim red lips that were clasped tightly together.

"Not talking today Peyton." She continued to stare at the women, taking in every possible detail that was visible to her eyes. "Well your don't have to talk if your don't want to, but it would be nice to have a conversation." Peyton sat quietly in the cold, hard wooden chair. Her legs were pushed so tightly together that the rough fabric of her jeans was cutting into her thin skin, but she didn't feel it. Her back was completely straight and her neck held high as her hands lay in her lap. Her breathing was shallow and with the exception of her inquiring eyes she was a statue.

"So you were released form the hospital yesterday, does it feel good to be home again?" Peyton's eyes met the women's and stayed there. The blonde didn't blink, she merely gazed at the women, deep in thought. She wasn't sure how to answer that question. She thought about it but she didn't know how she felt to be home.

"I don't know" She said calmly, and she didn't. She really couldn't figure out if it felt good to be home. She didn't know if she was happy to be there or not. Being in the chair felt the same as being in her bed, there was no difference to her.

"What don't you know?" Peyton looked at the women quizzically. She blinked once and continued staring at her. She knew the answer to that one but that wasn't anyone's concern. "What about Lucas, how do you feel about him?"

"I don't know" Once again it was the truth. She didn't know how the woman knew about Lucas but that wasn't important to her. She wanted to know how she felt about Lucas. She knew that he had been there with her at the hospital for the past three days but that wasn't really telling her anything.

"Do you love him?" The voice rang through her heard breaking her thoughts, but they soon resumed again with the new dilemma. Peyton sat and gazed at the women before blinking again and making her decision.

"No" Her voice held no tone or emotion, it was bare and dry. Peyton knew that she was supposed to love Lucas but she didn't. She didn't feel anything for him, or anybody else for that matter. Lucas spent every minute possible with her but it didn't change anything. He was still just another face in the crowd for her. There wasn't anybody that made her feel different from someone else. Brooke was her best friend but she was still like everyone else. She could walk past Lucas or Brooke on the street and not give a second thought about it. She knew that that fact should bother her but it didn't so she didn't give it a second thought.

Peyton shifted slightly in her seat and then resumed looking at the auburn haired women. She heard the door open behind her, but she didn't turn to see who it was. It didn't matter to her because whoever it was didn't matter. "Peyton can you wait outside for me please" She watched the women's parched lips as they formed the words. She looked the women in the eye and then stood and slowly walked out the door. She passed Haley, Nathan, Lucas, and Brooke but she didn't acknowledge any of them. Peyton closed the door behind her and sat in a nearby chair. She looked around the white hallway and watched the people walk back and forth while she waited.

"Have a seat. I'm Dr. Benson." The women gestured for the group to sit on the couch on the side of the room. She walked over and sat in the single seat across from them. "Peyton is going to need a lot of help." She informed the group as they got settled.

"What's going on with her?" Haley asked quietly. She didn't want to be in a psychiatrist's office, something about the place creped her out but she was doing it because she cared about Peyton.

"She's shut herself down emotionally. She didn't want to deal with the pain so this is…"

"Her way of avoiding it." Brooke said calmly as she cut the doctor off. The brunette smiled when Dr. Benson nodded in her direction. Brooke's face suddenly changed as she glared in the women's direction. "Try doing your job and telling me something I don't know." The brunette smirked and sat back against the couch with a raised brow as the doctor held a shocked expression.

"Brooke…" Lucas warned as he glared down at her. He wasn't in the mood for her games. He had to much on his mind and he wanted to do everything he could to help Peyton and Brooke being a smart ass didn't seem to help anything.

"What Lucas?" Brooke gazed back up at him and then turned back to Dr. Benson. "Time is money and the good doctor's rate is pretty high so excuse me for wanting useful information." Brooke once again leaned back as she crossed her arms over her chest and waited. Dr. Benson raised her own brow but took a deep breath and brushed it off.

"Peyton doesn't feel anything. If you ask her a question…"

"She doesn't respond." Brooke smiled wider and then waved her hand for the doctor to continue.

"Correct. She only answers if you ask her how she feels and in that case…"

"She says 'I don't know. Keep going." Dr. Benson let out a sigh of frustration as she looked at the agitated brunette.

"Once again Brooke is right. It's going to take time for Peyton to start to feel again and I have to tell you that..."

"It's going to get worse before it gets better." Brooke stood up and walked over to the window. She looked down at the city far below her and she wished to be out there with all the people. A psychiatrist's office wasn't where she wanted to be ever again. This was all a part of her past that she wanted to forget but couldn't. If she had to remember it she could deal with that but reliving it was another problem.

"Miss Davis I would greatly appreciate if you stopped doing that." Dr. Benson remained calm because it was the professional thing to do but inside she was fuming. She was more then shocked by Brooke's rude behavior. "I know this had to be a hard situation for you and it would probably help if you talked about it with someone instead of getting angry." Dr. Benson was about to continue but Brooke quickly turned around and glared at her.

"Don't even start with me. Look I know you're the shrink and all but don't you even think about tryna psych me. Peyton's the one with no feeling so why don't you try telling us something useful about her situation like how to help her. And don't use any psychiatric bullshit that means the same thing that you just told us because we're not here to just pay for your cheap, fake last season Versace suit and very poorly done face lift." Brooke smiled and crossed her arms over her chest before turning back to the window. Everyone looked at her in shook before turning back to Dr. Benson. They all wanted to apologize but they were afraid to say anything.

"I'm sorry that you don't think I'm doing my job Miss Davis but I've dealt with more patients then you have and I think I know what I'm talking about. If you have suggestions then maybe you should go and get a degree in psychology." Dr. Benson walked over to her desk. When she sat in her chair and looked up she found Brooke standing over her desk, braced on her bare arms.

"You've dealt with a lot of patients and you've herd a lot of stories but what the hell have you experienced?" Brooke eyed the auburn haired women before her and prepared herself to dig up things that she had spent so much time trying to burry,