Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1)

by V.C. Andrews

Someone, some adult, should have warned us that the young, the handsome, and the needed can die, too.

I was the kind of child who’d always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants, and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explanation.

And I didn’t know if I should speak, or stay silent. At least when you were silent, you didn’t make any new enemies.