She sits in the closet and prays that someone will help her. Her daily existence is not what it appears to be to the naked eye. During the day, she attends school and lives the life of a typical adolescent girl. She has friends and teachers who look out for her, but when she goes home, the paradise becomes a living hell.
The life she lives at home is not by choice. Her mother's boyfriend has designated the closet as THE ROOM. It is there where she sleeps, eats, plays, and dreams. There is no such thing as outdoors or playing in her home. The only way she has survived this long is because she has the will to live. It has to come to an end at some point, right?
She hears a commotion outside the closet. Someone is banging on the door! Her mother tells her boyfriend that there is a policeman and a social worker standing outside. He accuses her of ratting them out, but her mother assures her she said nothing to anyone.
The closet door crashes open and there he stands. He grabs her by her arm and drags her out of the closet.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
At that point, the front door crashes open and slams into the wall. The authorities enter her home, and the young girl is taken into the warm and loving arms of the female social worker. More police cars arrive in the driveway, and she knows what will happen next.
Life is about to begin anew...