A re-write of 'Lila'. Please Review.

"Lila," my dad called up the stairs that afternoon.

I was already in a bad mood.

"What," I yelled.

"Honey I have to go on a business trip. To Chicago. I don't know when I'll be home."

God he was going on another fukin business trip. This annoyed me. He was not often home to spend time w/ me to be there when I needed him or to see what I needed. And my mom was in paris spending more time in the fashion industry than me. She varely phoned or emailed. My dad frequently went on business trips.

"Fine go," was my reply: "I'm fine. Go. Good bye."

I slammed my bedroom door.

Once my dad had left I had the house to myself because the cook was out grocery shopping. I went right to sleep since I didn't feel like watching tv or getting online. And I didn't go to ballet that night.

The next day I went to school without having any breakfast. Nothing much happened at school that day. We had an assembly all day long but I don't remember what it was about. I didn't eat lunch.

After school I went home, straight to my room where closed the door and fell asleep. A knock awoke me. I stood up and opened the door.

"Lila, I thought you might want a little oh my-" the cook said once she saw the marks on my wrists.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm fine, now go away."

"I know how hard it is dear I really do."

"No, you don't."

I slammed the door and fell back asleep. I didn't have dinner that night either.