Cranial Misfire [ON HOLD]

The Lost and Found

Rose looked around forever but she never found any street signs. She just found herself even more lost. She was tempted to just run in the opposite direction or maybe scream for help when, suddenly, she heard sirens. Police sirens. She pulled out her headphones and listened to the noise.

Wow, have I really been gone long enough for them to call the cops? I can't have been, can I? She thought to herself.
She ran in the direction of the sirens, desperate to find some officer who could take her home. She came to a screeching halt when she heard the word "body". She backed up into an alley, peeking around the corner to see what was going on. There were several police officers, and guys in suits flashing their badges hat she assumed were detectives. Then she saw a skinny, dorky looking boy walk up to one of the detectives, muttering something. Whatever it was, it didn't make the detective happy; he walked away shaking his head, while the dorky boy just stayed, staring downward.
That's when she saw it; the body, laid out on the sidewalk. It was a man, much older than her, sprawled out on the ground, covered in blood and laying in a large puddle of it. His eyes were still open and seemed to be looking right at her. It was a little creepy.
The young man began to search around the body for something. Rose just kept staring into the eyes of the body; he looked familiar.
Suddenly, it clicked in her mind and she gasped, walking backwards until she bumped into the dumpster behind her. She felt her mouth go dry and her hands began to shake. She knew that man. It was Alberto Alverez, a creepy friend of her brother. He constantly tried to hit on her when she was walking home from school and one time he followed her home, forcing her to punch him in the nose.
Rose walked forward and peeked at the body again. Then a light shined in her eyes, bouncing off an object laying next to the body. She thought it was just his signature watch, until she saw the red hexagon. That was hers! It was one of her bracelets! Alberto must've stolen it from her house.
This was bad, really bad! What if the police found it and thought she was the killer? She began to panic; she couldn't let them find it! She bit her lip as she wondered what she was going to do. Then she took a deep breath and decided that she had to do it. She had to steal it back. From a crime scene crawling with cops. She put a hand to her jaw.
Please work. This has to work. She thought, practically screaming in her head.
She swallowed hard as she squeezed her eyes shut, focusing her mind, and began to move her jaw in a slow chewing motion.
She waited a few seconds, then stopped. Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking to the crime scene. Nothing had changed. They were all still moving. It didn't work, there were too many of them.
Shit!
She was going to have to just go for it. She grimaced, terrified out of her mind. She was about to steal from a crime scene crawling with cops. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself down. She got into a good stance and, without further ado, she bolted out of the alley, running her fastest toward the body.
She ignored the angry voice of one of the officers on her left as she broke through the police tape and skidded to an almost halt as she reached down, scooping the bracelet up off the ground, clutching it for dear life. It felt wet and sticky; it was covered in blood. She took a second to cringe before she began running as fast as she could away from the scene, not daring to look back. Not even when she heard the footsteps of someone following her. They were going fast. Well, she was just going to have to be faster.