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La petite Mila, aux \u00e9paules \u00e9troites, aux cheveux tress\u00e9s et aux yeux couleur ciel du matin, refusait de s’asseoir, alors que les autres enfants \u00e9taient d\u00e9j\u00e0 pench\u00e9s sur leurs cahiers. D’abord, la ma\u00eetresse crut qu’elle faisait de l’obstination. C’\u00e9tait son premier cours apr\u00e8s la r\u00e9cr\u00e9ation, elle \u00e9tait fatigu\u00e9e et r\u00e9clamait de l’attention. Mais il n’y avait pas la moindre trace d’obstination dans sa voix, seulement une \u00e9trange douleur \u00e9touff\u00e9e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00ab Mila, assieds-toi, s’il te pla\u00eet. Tu ne peux pas rester debout comme \u00e7a pendant tout le cours. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Je ne peux pas\u2026 \u00bb murmura-t-elle, presque inaudible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ses mots se heurt\u00e8rent \u00e0 un mur de silence. Un instant, m\u00eame le bruissement des crayons dans la classe s’\u00e9teignit. La fillette s’affaissa sur une chaise, comme si elle prenait une d\u00e9cision douloureuse, puis p\u00e2lit. Ses l\u00e8vres tremblaient, son regard se voilait. Un instant plus tard, elle se releva, lentement, prudemment, comme une vieille femme pour qui chaque mouvement est une souffrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’institutrice fron\u00e7a les sourcils. Quelque chose clochait. Ce geste, ce refus instinctif de s’asseoir\u2026 n’avait rien d’un caprice d’enfant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Pourquoi as-tu mal, Mila ? Es-tu tomb\u00e9e ? \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Non\u2026 j’ai juste mal \u00bb, r\u00e9pondit la fillette en se tournant vers la fen\u00eatre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Apr\u00e8s les cours, les enfants se pr\u00e9cipit\u00e8rent dans la cour de r\u00e9cr\u00e9ation. Mila resta. Devant elle, des feuilles de papier \u00e9taient couvertes de dessins : des maisons arc-en-ciel, un soleil, un chien, et puis\u2026 celui-ci. L’institutrice se figea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sur la feuille, un homme avec un b\u00e2ton. \u00c0 c\u00f4t\u00e9, la silhouette d’une petite fille. De la peinture rouge lui barrait le dos comme une tache de sang. Sur son visage, un trait sinueux, comme une bouche cousue. En bas, d’une \u00e9criture enfantine : \u00ab Je suis m\u00e9chante. Je ne crierai plus. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Un frisson la parcourut. Un instant, elle eut le souffle coup\u00e9. Tout dans ce dessin exprimait une douleur qu’un enfant ne saurait d\u00e9crire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’institutrice tenta de parler calmement :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Mila\u2026 qui est cette personne sur le dessin ? \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Papa \u00bb, r\u00e9pondit Mila du tac au tac, comme par c\u0153ur. \u00ab Il n’est pas m\u00e9chant. C’est juste que je le g\u00eane parfois. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il n’y avait aucune peur dans sa voix, seulement cette habitude de se justifier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’institutrice sentit la panique monter en elle. La logique exigeait de la prudence : on ne peut pas accuser sur des suppositions. Mais son c\u0153ur connaissait d\u00e9j\u00e0 la r\u00e9ponse. Tout concordait : ses mouvements maladroits, la douleur lorsqu’elle s’asseyait, ses gestes retenus, les dessins o\u00f9 chaque trait \u00e9tait une supplique.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle appela le directeur. Sa voix tremblait :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Il faut appeler la police. Tout de suite. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Une demi-heure plus tard, le bureau \u00e9tait rempli d’adultes : le directeur, un policier, une infirmi\u00e8re, un psychologue. Mila \u00e9tait assise dans un coin, serrant son ours en peluche contre elle comme si c’\u00e9tait son seul r\u00e9confort. Lorsque l’infirmi\u00e8re lui demanda de se lever, un frisson parcourut les jambes de la fillette. Il y avait des bleus sous sa robe. Anciennes et nouvelles, les couleurs de la douleur se m\u00ealaient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’institutrice se tourna vers la fen\u00eatre. Au-del\u00e0 de la vitre, l’automne, des voix d’enfants, la vie ordinaire. Ici, un autre monde, o\u00f9 un enfant murmure : \u00ab Je suis m\u00e9chant \u00bb, et le croit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais le pire arriva plus tard. Apr\u00e8s que la police eut emmen\u00e9 Mila et r\u00e9dig\u00e9 le rapport, un homme vint \u00e0 l’\u00e9cole ce soir-l\u00e0. Grand, calme, avec un sourire poli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Je suis le p\u00e8re de Mila. Je voudrais parler \u00e0 sa ma\u00eetresse. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’institutrice serra les poings jusqu’\u00e0 ce que ses jointures blanchissent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab La police est d\u00e9j\u00e0 au courant \u00bb, dit-elle. \u00ab La fillette est en s\u00e9curit\u00e9. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il inclina l\u00e9g\u00e8rement la t\u00eate :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab La s\u00e9curit\u00e9 n’existe pas. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il n’y avait aucune menace dans sa voix, mais une froide certitude, comme s’il ne parlait pas d’elle, mais de la structure m\u00eame du monde. Et il partit, laissant derri\u00e8re lui une odeur de tabac bon march\u00e9 et un vide abyssal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Le lendemain matin, un nouveau dessin gisait sur le bureau de Mila. Personne ne savait qui l’avait laiss\u00e9. Il repr\u00e9sentait une maison sans fen\u00eatres. Une seule porte, grande ouverte. Et le soleil per\u00e7ant les lignes noires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’institutrice le fixa longuement, jusqu’\u00e0 ce qu’elle comprenne : l’enfant cherchait encore la lumi\u00e8re.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parfois, on croit que les enfants ne voient pas l’obscurit\u00e9, que le monde les prot\u00e8ge sous son d\u00f4me de verre na\u00eff. Mais les enfants voient tout. Simplement, au lieu de mots, ils ont des dessins. Au lieu de cris, le silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle ramassa la feuille et l’\u00e9pingla soigneusement au mur de la classe, l\u00e0 o\u00f9 \u00e9taient g\u00e9n\u00e9ralement accroch\u00e9s les meilleurs travaux.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laisser entrer la lumi\u00e8re. Qu’au moins ici, elle puisse s’asseoir sans souffrir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle restait l\u00e0, comme coll\u00e9e au sol. C’est seulement \u00e0 cet instant que l’institutrice comprit : ce n’\u00e9tait pas de la d\u00e9sob\u00e9issance. C’\u00e9tait un cri. 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