All is fair in love and war

Volante

I stood next to my older brother, Jackson, for the family photo. "1... 2... 3... Cheese!" The photographer showed us the photo. My mom with her dazed expression. My dad with an almost/happy fake smile. My 13 year old brother Jackson with the same blank expression as me. Our family has always been this way. Mom in a continuous daze, daddy putting on a fake smile to hide his anger at mom, and Jackson and I just trying to avoid it all. One time, I asked daddy what was wrong with mom, and he said she was broken, and couldn't be fixed. Being 4 at the time, I didn't understand. Now I'm 8, and it feels like I know it all too well.
After the photographer left, I ran upstairs to the room Jackson and I shared. Well, it wasn't a room. We got the attic. Its very roomy. I pressed my ear against the floor, and I could hear daddy yelling at mom. I ran downstairs, to see daddy with a hammer in his hand and mom standing there, dazed. Daddy swung the hammer at her, but Jackson grabbed daddy's arm. Daddy looked at Jackson with fury. He swung the sharp end of the hammer at Jackson's head, and he fell to the floor, dead. I snuck into the kitchen. I opened the very bottom drawer, where daddy his his pistol under all of the dish towels and rags, and grabbed the gun. I cocked it in the kitchen so daddy couldn't hear it. When I came back, mom was unconscious. I pointed the gun at the back of daddy's head. I took in one last whiff of his musky scent, and pulled the trigger. His blood was all over my face. All I could hear was the ringing of the gun shot. I fell to the ground, pressing my hands to my ears. My black hair fell over my eyes and I saw a large man with a police uniform kick down the door. I felt tears run down my cheek, still hearing the ringing. An officer picked me up, and buckled me into the back of the sheriff's car. I didn't struggle. It just didn't matter what happened anymore.
After a long car ride, we arrived at a large building that was guarded by a 30 meter electric fence. The words on the building said Smiles Asylum for the Mentally Impaired. Is this where I'm meant to be? Locked up, with my mind broken like mom's?
The officer let me out, and escorted me to a plain white room. He then strapped me into a jacket that crossed my arms, and it made it difficult to breathe.
After the officer left, I saw a girl, about my size, with dirty blonde hair and golden hazel eyes. She was sitting in a corner, smiling like a fool. She also had a straight jacket. She stood up and approached me slowly. She said to me, "I see is has a friend. Evelyn is much happy. Hullo, I is Evelyn. Who is you?" I looked at the strange girl. "My name.... Is Volante. Volante Paris Cary."