18. Lie

Her name is Evelynn but god forbid anyone calling her that, she's Eve for everyone and anyone. She can't stand the "lynn" part of her name (but then again, she can't stand much of herself). And Eve fits her well enough for she is definitely a sinner: gluttony, sloth, envy, pride, wrath, lust, greed, she's tried them all.
She's a liar most of all, lying with her tattoo covered skin and lifeless eyes hidden behind colourful contact lenses. She lies with all she's got because she doesn't know how not to do it, not when she hates herself, and all that makes her her, this much. She dyes her hair pink and green and blue and she shaves all her body hair, even her eyebrows are gone, and she pierces and scars her skin until not an inch is left that looks untouched. On her back there's a tattoo of a huge web, a colourful web of lies that she carefully built and that now entangles her.
There are things she sees that other people don't and she's quite aware of it. If it's schizophrenia or a cosmic mistake she doesn't know nor wants to find out. But she can see people's souls sometimes, when the light's bright enough (or dark enough, she can't tell), and she realized everyone's souls keep getting thinner until they disappear. She imagines the threads that compose people's souls are weaved into a web bigger than the one on her back, a giant invisible web of truth and lies.
She's noticed souls start fading away with every picture taken of their owner and so she became a photographic model. She does artistic nude and glamour but she can't see the line between art and pornography. That's alright, though, because she doesn't care. She simply stands, there, naked, while the man behind the camera flashes her soul away.
She hopes she won't be herself anymore someday.