Aspen Eyes

Beginning of a short story I'm writing for fun! (:
    "My family is sitting at the dining room table, on this late September night. There's my mom, dad, and my older brother. They eat happily and try to make conversation, but every once and a while they can't help but glance at the empty seat at the end of the table... my seat.
      Or at least, it was my seat, I'm not there, and I suppose I'm not really here either. Some call it Heaven. Some call it Hell. It doesn't really matter, nor do I care... But enough with that, I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Mercy Sky and I; I am one of the dead.
      Yes you heard correctly, I'm dead, deceased, no longer living, whatever you call it. The point is I'm no longer breathing, my blood is still, and my heart no longer beats.
       I was sixteen years old when I died... when I was murdered. It was a perfect summer night. The kind of night where a young cliche couple realize they're in love, the kind of night where you look up at the stars and the world just comes together. It feels like a night of fidelity, a warm breeze ruffles your shirt and somebody is holding your hand. But not for me, fourteen months ago I was taken quite imperfectly. And beside for the fact that I'm dead, what really upsets me, is that my death was rather... lame.
       I wish I could say the murder was heroic and courageous like saving a child's life. Or better yet a romantic tragedy, where afterwards I'm avenged by my mysterious lover. Maybe as I die, I lay in his arms and we confess our undying love for each other that will continue on. But no, I was merely a girl in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
        But even if I consider my final moments lame, there is one part that I use my imagination to comfort me by saying there is a secret. A secret about witnesses who silently watched, quietly observed my heart beat to a closing. But that can wait until later..."