[ WP ] The Trolley Problem

There was n't any time for me to think, which I guess is how I chose to justify what happened. I was in a state of panic, and I had to react quickly. Not think. React. 
 
 It was coming towards me, and I could n't get out of the way. My foot was stuck in a rut and no matter how much I jerked, in a panic, it would n't budge. The shoe was coming loose, but when I looked up and I saw the trolley, I know that there was n't enough time left. I could have closed my eyes and braced for impact. But I killed five people instead. 
 
 The lever was there beside me, although I did n't know what it did. I hoped that it would stop the train, or at least divert it. Just please let it save me. When I opened my eyes, and heard the screaming, I knew that I had been saved. 
 
 How was I supposed to know about the child on the tracks? Of course, I had to know that if it changed course, it was a possibility. No one would expect it to be coming. One second he's holding his mother's hand. The next, carried away with the force of a trolley braking hard to avoid just that. Four others died from injuries, when the trolley tipped over. 
 
 My foot came loose, and I picked my shoe up from the hole it was stuck in. Then I limped over to see what was going on. No one knew it was my fault, or if they did they did n't seem to care. People all around were helping others to their feet, on the phone with loved ones or the hospital. I stood to the side and hoped that someone would call the police.
