Serial Killers-Personal Narrative

It started when we heard the wail of a police siren and saw the dancing lights on the side of our house. Peeking through the curtains as if they wanted you to look, to unravel why they were there. I instantly grab my jacket and throw it over my pajamas. Me and mom watch for a while and after around 15 minutes she went to bed. We could hear a police on a megaphone calling “Come out with no weapons and your hands up. If you need help call 614/---/----”
I curl up into my jacket while watching from the window. My whole body jolts when I hear the crack of gunshot. I tear a small hole in my jacket while the gunshots occurred. I slammed the window shut and left seeing as if that it isn’t the safest to be near a window while gunfire was being exchanged. Especially since it was around thirty feet away. The gunshots looked like three streams of sparklers, accompanied by the loud drum of the shots.

For some reason everytime I wore this jacket it always made me feel safe and warm. Waiting for the gunshots to end it was already 3:30 in the morning.
Gunshots occasionally filled the air and seemed to wake me every time I peacefully fell asleep. This was repeated three times until I looked out my window. There was an ambulance parked outside my window. There was a man on a stretcher with blood on his head being loaded in.
I swallow and try not to act like a saw that and breath deeply. I eventually fall asleep into a dreamless sleep. At 6:03 I smell smoke. It curls into my room and fills my lungs. I was mad. Who was smoking outside of my room? My window was open slightly sure, but come on why would you do that outside someone's window?
I bolt upward recalling what has happened last