Who else will help me?

I spent a while walking back and forth passing Dre's house. The police are still there. Who else will help me? Dre was, I thought, a good man. He really did want me to get off heroin and have a better life even though I didn't care to listen. Rob certainly doesn't care if I quit or not. I can't even find him some days. but Dre, he.he did care, i know it. He would give me his NA book, let me stay at his house, but I do know that he would always glady take whatever money I could give him for whatever he was selling..,.I feel so empty now. Everybody is a stranger to me. I feel sorry for Dre's son. He's around my age, a Marine. I can't believe that his son never knew about his drug selling. Well he knows now. I felt sorry for Dre too. The only reason he went to that is because his dad died a few months ago and all of the sudden he had bills and shit. I really saw him as a father figure. Now I'm alone again on this cold street. I have no one seriously real to turn to, other than my own family, but I cannot face them now. I really just can't go home.